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Bill Haley's Last Words
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ian Dury
Ian Dury
Lead Vocals
Chris London
Chris London
Performer
John Turnbull
John Turnbull
Saxophone
Michael McEvoy
Michael McEvoy
Bass
Chaz Jankel
Chaz Jankel
Guitar
Mick Gallagher
Mick Gallagher
Keyboards
Steve White
Steve White
Drums
Merlin Rhys-Jones
Merlin Rhys-Jones
Guitar
Will Parnell
Will Parnell
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mick Gallagher
Mick Gallagher
Songwriter
Merlin Rhys-Jones
Merlin Rhys-Jones
Songwriter
Ian Robin Dury
Ian Robin Dury
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Simon Osbourne
Simon Osbourne
Recording Engineer
Ian Horne
Ian Horne
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

(Rock, roc, k rock, rock, rock, rock, rock, rock) Alright! I'm calling you from Harlingen, Texas I'm telling you, friend, that I've got a son named Scott Haley Alright? You know all that jive, don't you, Jack? We're gonna rock around the clock tonight We're gonna rock around the clock tonight We're gonna bop, gonna rock, around the clock tonight I'm gonna have Captain Buddy Larrymore, the Chief of Police call you 'Cos now I've got your number But you don't wanna listen, do you? If a bobby needs a buddy, fucking from the right If a body needs a buddy, make me sing it I've got a lawyer in Philadelphia I've got several lawyers in Philadelphia I've got one of the things on Valley Brook You tell me about the six foot seven guy that runs my publishing company Thirteen women only one man around There were thirteen women, only one running around You tell me I didn't have the biggest Mexican record in Mexico? Now, you see I collect loyalty from Mexico too, friend 'Cos I sing in the two languages Everybody razzle-dazzle Everybody razzle-dazzle Everybody razzle-dazzle The whole night through I'm gonna have Captain Buddy Larrymore to call you And if you want his phone number I'm gonna give it to you You call him and tell him what you just heard And he's gonna ask you how you got his phone number And you're gonna be in jail Hot-dog, maya maya Hot-dog, maya maya Hot-dog, maya maya Hot-dog, all the time Now, you'll keep your mouth shut, won't you? 'Cos I'm gonna give you a number in Miami Beach And he'll shut your mouth I seem to carry a little more weight tonight than I did, don't I? He man, ho, the mambo rock He man, ho, the mambo rock He man, ho, the mambo rock Everybody doing the mambo rock Now, you hang on and wait just a second on this toll free line Goodbye, don't ever call me, you don't have my number I didn't give you any numbers You cannot let Bill Hayley say anything and keep his mouth shut Now, can I talk? And when I'm finished talking then you can open your mouth I do remember Philadelphia Where's Buddy Larrymore? He's in Sicily So if you see Lenny, tell him I wish you a Merry Christmas See you later, Alligator In a mambo bar See you later, Alligator In a mambo bar
Writer(s): Ian Robins Dury, Merlin Rhys Jones, Michael John Gallagher Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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