Ridin' along in my automobile
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My baby beside me at the wheel
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I stole a kiss at the turn of a mile
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My curiosity runnin' wild
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Cruisin' and playin' the radio
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With no particular place to go.
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Ridin' along in my automobile
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I'm anxious to tell her the way I feel,
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So I told her softly and sincere,
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And she leaned and whispered in my ear
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Cuddlin' more and drivin' slow,
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With no particular place to go.
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No particular place to go,
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So we parked way out on the Kokomo
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The night was young and the moon was bold
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So we both decided to take a stroll
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Can you imagine the way I felt?
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I couldn't unfasten her safety belt!
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Ridin' along in my calaboose
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Still tryin' to get her belt unloose
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All the way home I held a grudge,
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But the safety belt, it wouldn't budge
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Cruisin' and playin' the radio
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With no particular place to go.
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No Particular Place To Go
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| Chuck Berry |
