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Little Richard Baby

Gonna tell Aunt Mary 'bout Uncle John He says he has the blues but he has a lotta fun Oh baby Ye-e-e-eh baby Woo-o-o-oh baby Havin' me some fun tonight

luck baby put the jinx on me, I got the heeby jeebies and I can't get well, I got the heeby jeebies and it's you I gotta tell, If I can't find my baby

give you what we got We got flow, we got soul, we get off, a lot So lock up, your doors, cause I'm Busting Loose like Richard Pryor, setting stuff on

Smokey Robinson and Bootsy, lightin' aluminum foil Watch that crack pipe boil With Richard Pryor we burned the house down gettin' higher Don't think I'm bluffin' Meet Tommy Lee Curtis, Keith Richards

I get the blues for you baby when I look up at the sun I get the blues for you baby when I look up at the sun Come back here we can have some real fun

Richard Betts will tell ya lord he was born a ramblin' man Well he can ramble back to Georgia but I won't give a damn Elvin Bishop out struttin his stuff with little

you So much that you'll learn I'm dying, dying, baby, dying To get close to you But sometimes, sometimes the wall you built You know, I can't get through Shiney little

atom bomb, atom bomb The human atom bomb, yeah Played some Little Richard songs on my stereo 'Bama lama baby Bama loo I need love, I need love Sweet little baby

contract ain't no pension plan My contract, years after this my kids are still Gonna make the grand} {Tony, you, and you laugh at my brother little Richard