Текст песни Bill Haley & His Comets - Rock Around The Clock (1955)

Well, rock 'n rollin' holiday,
Rock 'n rollin all the way,
Rock 'n rollin' to the end,
'Til the saints go marchin' in.
Now when the saints. . .go marchin' in,
Well, when the saints go marchin' in,
Yeah, Lord, I want. . . want'a be in that number,
When the saints. . .go marchin' in.
Well, now when Nick, comes wailin' in,
Yeah, when old Nick comes wailin' in,
Oh, Lord, I want. . .want'a be in that number,
when that guitar comes wailin' in.
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Well, now when Rudy begins to blow,
Well, when old Ru-Dy starts to wail,
Yeah, Lord, I want. . .want'a be in that number,
When that sax man starts wailin' in.
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Well, when that rhythm comes wailin' in,
Yeah, when old Rapper starts to wail,
Well, Lord, I want. . .want'a be in that number,
When old Rapper comes wailin' in.
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Now when the band plays rock 'n roll,
Well, when the Comets rock 'n roll,
Yeah, Lord, I want. . .want'a be in that number,
When the Comets play rock 'n roll.
(All together know)
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When the saints go marchin' iiiiiiiiiiiinnnn!