(Chuck Berry) 



(“Good evening Sir, how are you?..”) 



I got lumps in my throat 

When I saw her comin' down the aisle 

I got the wiggles in my knees 

When she looked at me and sweetly smiled 

Well there she is again 

Standin' over by the record machine 

Well she looks like a model 

On the cover of a magazine 

But she's too cute 

To be a minute over seventeen 



Meanwhile I was thinkin' 



Well if she's in the mood 

No need to break it 

I got the chance and I oughta take it 

If she can dance we can make it 

C'mon queenie let's shake it 



I said go, go, go, little queenie 

I said go, go, go, little queenie 

I said go, go, go, little queenie 



Won't someone tell me 

Who's the queen standin' over by the record machine 

Well she looks like a model 

On the cover of a magazine 

But she's too cute 

To be a minute over seventeen 



I said go, go, go, little queenie 

I said go, go, go, little queenie 

I said go, go, go, little queenie 



Meanwhile, I was still thinkin', hmmmm, 

Well if it's a slow one 

We'll omit it 

If it's a rocker, then we'll get it 

If it's a good one, she'll admit it 

C'mon queenie, let's get with it 



I said go, go, go, little queenie 

I said go, go, go, little queenie 

I said go, go, go, little queenie 



I said go, go, go, little queenie 

I said go, go, go, little queenie 

I said go, go, go, little queenie...