Из альбома: The Golden Age of American Rock 'n' Roll, Volume 9
Wind it up baby
Awww, shake it pretty daddy
I'm gonna ride that train tonight
Goodbye
Wheel rollin' down the track
Make your true lovin' daddy
Don't come back
I wanna move
I got the hoot!
Well don't you hesitate when I'm motorin'
I wanna move on
One of these days
And it won't be long
You're gonna look for Matt Lucas
Matt Lucas be gone
I wanna move
I got the hoot!
You're flyin' much too high
When you give him the eye
I wanna move on
I got the hoot!
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Why hoot!
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I got the hoot!
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I got the hoot!
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I wanna move pretty baby
Move it on down the line
I got the hoot!
Ch-ck-ch-ck
Why hoot!
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Yeah hoot
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I wanna hoot
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Well goodbye pretty baby
I'm on my way
I wanna move on
Engineer, take a throttle in hand
And won't you move me right down
To that good lovin' land
I got the hoot!
Ch-ck-ch-ck
Why hoot!
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Well I'm on my way
I'm goin' home to stay
I wanna move on
I wanna hoot!
I wanna hoot!
Ch-ck-ch-ck
I wanna hoot!
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Get rid of these flutes
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You're flyin' much too high
When you gave him the eye
I wanna move on
I got the hoot!
I got the hoot!
Baby!
Baby!
You're flyin' much too high
When you gave him the eye
I wanna move
Well don't you hesitate
I wanna motivate
I want to move on
Well get yourself under control
I got to go
I want to move on
Goodbye baby
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