Fifty-five Ford died right on the road
Drove for the curb, raised up the hood
Couldn't see nothing wrong, line o' cars long
Traffic bogged down, tryin' to drive around
Officer Lamar, walkin' toward the car:
Move
it!, Come
along
move
it,
You
cannot
stop
it
here,
now
move
it, Move
it
Get
out
of
there,
move
it
Three and two the count, bases loaded down
Slugger at the plate, known to hit 'em straight
Tension from the fans, shoutin' in the stands
Signal from the catch, pitcher's in the stretch
Bat 'n' ball crack, pitcher's backin' back:
Move
it!, Move
it!, Get
along,
move
it!
The
ball
is
droppin past, now" "Move it!"
"Let the ball, now, lets
go
home,
now,
move
it!
She drives a Mustang, she lets her hair hang
She dresses like a fish, makes you look and wish
Puts you in a trance, body built to dance
Disco queen, twistin' in between
Play a super song, watch her get it on
Pretty, wow!
Get
hip,
move
it! Move
it
- :
- Miscellaneous
- The Chess Years
- Motive Series
- Rock It
- Chuck Berry
- Bio
- San Francisco Dues
- Back Home
- Concerto In B Goode
- From St. Louie To Frisco
- Chuck Berry In Memphis
- Chuck Berry Is On Top
- One Dozen Berrys
- The Chess Box
- Chuck Berry In London
- Non-Album Releases
- Sweet Little Sixteen - (Digitally Re-Mastered 2010)
- Lo Mejor De Chuck Berry
- Have Mercy - His Complete Chess Recordings 1969 - 1974
- The Best Of Chuck Berry - Green Series