Rocket, yeah, satellite of love Ah ah, ooh ooh I will be your, I will be your, I'll be your (I can take you through the center of the dark) We're gonna fly (on a collision course to crash into my heart) Rocket baby, c'mon, I'll be your satellite of love

Oh Bo Diddley (hey, Bo Diddley) Ooh la la that rock 'n roll Yeah Yeah Bo Diddley (hey, Bo Diddley) Now listen here to the story of Bo Diddley The rock 'n roll scene in general Bo Diddley was born Ellis McDaniels In a place called McCoom In Mississippi about

Don't break Yeah, Yeah, you'll pull through it, You're safe Oh, ooh ooh And you can do it, Yes, you can do it Lonely float got in the way You are the feel, and knew it anyway Take a chance, it wasn't what you know

Yeah, I like (yeah) I like girls who like girls (ooh) I like girls who like girls I like girls who like girls (like girls, yeah) I like girls who like girls (I like girls, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, I like (what?) Kissing on her friend off white, girl (off

Love sensation It's such a good vibration But you got me burning up with your love sensation You got me fill you up with your love sensation Take me away yeah yeah Ooh, Ooh, it's got me in its spell A feeling that I knew so well And when you hold me close so it's,

It shouldn't hurt to look your way (hey, ah-ah, ah) It shouldn't hurt to look your way (your way, ah-ah, ah) I shouldn't have to catch a case (ah-ah, ah yeah yeah) 'Cause I'm the one that can't stand to feel any more pain (ah-ah, ooh) Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

I won't let you go Oh I won't, I won't let you go Said oh, I won't, I won't let you go Is this love, love, love, love, love? Ooh wee no defenses I'm too deep for common sense Well it's love, love, love, love, love yeah yeah Said I won't let you go now It's

They're gonna believe This is a story of a male female threat to society His story over mine His story (yeahee, yeahee, yeahee) Hist story (ow) Why you wanna go and tell a lie on me? (yeahee, yeah, oooh) His story over mine his story will be his story

Them summer days, those summer days Freddie: Out of school, yeah Larry: County fair in the country sun Sly: And everything, it's true, ooh yeah yeah All: Hot fun in the summertime x 4 All: End of the spring and

On the dead locs Yeah, Yeah, aight, on the dead locs That's on the dead locs Blueface, baby, on the dead locs On the dead locs ooh, ooh, ooh Finna over bleed this, lil' baby On the dead locs on the dead loc I ain't turnin' down nothing I turn nothing into