'Twas in the merry month of May
When green buds all
Ladies and gentlemen, the one, the only
Greased lightnin'
I have me
How many arms have held you
And hated to let you
The rich gal she ride in an automobile
Poor gal do
Summer lovin' had me a blast
Summer lovin' happened so fast
I
We go together like ra ma la ma
La ma ka
I got chills they're multiplying
And I'm losing control
Cause the power
Let it begin!
Nobody listens to me
Don't hear a single thing
Here we are, out of cigarettes
Holding hands and yawning, see
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