Well, the jukebox was rockin,
Playin', a slammin' old tune,
I was dancin' with my baby,
Late in the afternoon,
When a rhythm take a' hold of me
right way in my shoe,
It was a rockin' little record,
My baby called it a boogaloo,
(Boogaloo, boogaloo)
Mm!
That stuff all over town,
You hear 'em playin it on their car radio,
With the top rolled down,
Yeah an I sing it all the way back home,
When the workin' day is done,
This weekend me and my baby,
Goin out and have some fun,

We gon' boogaloo, (boogaloo)
ooh ooh ooh ooh,
Don't ever, never say we're through, (boogaloo)
We gon boogaloo
(Boogaloo, boogaloo)

Uh huh, yeah! That's what my baby sayed,
So I go down the local record barn,
After I get paid,
Take the money out my pocket,
The world can't do me no harm,
Walkin to my baby's house house,
A 45 record under my arm,
You know my baby dont'cha? (Yeah!)
Ah boys, she come to the door that day,
Said, "What's that thing you got there?
I wanna hear that record play"
I throw my coat down on her dresser,
My baby kickin' off her shoes,
Put the needle on the record,
Mama, and we doin that boogaloo,

We gon' boogaloo, (boogaloo)
Oh oh oh oh,
Don't ever, never say we're through, (boogaloo)
We gon boogaloo,
We gon' boogaloo, (boogaloo)
Oh oh oh oh,
Don't ever, never say we're through, (boogaloo)
We gon, boogie, boogie..
Whoa...
Boogaloo!
Whoa, boogaloo!
Whoa, boogaloo!
Whoa, hey, hey, hey....


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