(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...