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Can you see where you call in the juke box hall
When the music played
And the world sang rounds to a pretty sound
No sorrow base
And them blue swede shoes, they will scream and shout
I guess they sing the blues, let it all hang out
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Little Queenie popped in my high school rock
Dancin' to the beat
With the U.S. male and a pony tail
She looked so sweet
Times have changed in the past but we won't forget
Though the age has passed they'll be rockin' yet
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