Nifty Fifties Blues

Lyrics
Got the blues for the fifties, miss the early sixties, too I do Got the blues for the fifties, miss the early sixties, too You know it's true From the tip of my ducktail to the toe of my blue suede shoes Turn my collar up, mama, put that cuff back in my jeans All right Turn my collar up, mama, put that cuff back in my jeans You know what I mean If that ain't enough, mama, shoot my head full of Brylcreem All right, hey Lawdy, Miss Clawdy, your hair's turnin' gray Peggy Sue is in her forties, CC Rider rode away Got the blues for the fifties, miss the early sixties, too I do From the tip of my ducktail to the toe of my blue suede shoes Well, give me back my church key, let me ride my old deuce coupe Right on Give me back my church key, let me ride my old deuce coupe Well, move on Break out your crinoline for me, mama Jump back in the alley oop, oop Little darling You'll always be mine, teenage queen Even though I've got the rockin' pneumonia and the boogie-woogie flu No teeth and a ruptured spleen I just want you to know that someday again We're gonna be together, by and by In that great sock hop in the sky See you later, alligator I'm an oldie, but a goodie (Teeny bopper, teeny bopper) And I was a teeny bopper (Teeny bopper, teeny bopper) (Teeny bopper, teeny bopper) (Teeny bopper, teeny bopper) (Teeny bopper, teeny bopper)
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Credits
- Writers
- Jim Stafford