I was born under the sign of Libra
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October, eighteen, seven o'clock
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I must have had it bad, 'cause in the cradle I had
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My mother said, before noon I was trying to rock
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My mother said, before noon I was trying to rock
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For years I tried to make A grades
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To satisfy my Mom and Pop
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In music I'm boss, but in Math, I was lost
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I guess my head was full of nothing but rock
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I guess my head was full of nothing but rock
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Hear they're swinging the Fox Trot at the hotel
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Hear the country picking 'round the clock
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Pick up some sounds of the jazz around
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But if you dig what you hear, you dig rock
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Ah, if you dig what you hear, you dig rock
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The thing I'm gon' tell my dick jock
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So he can sock it to me 'round the clock
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Spend an hour of Bach in his original rock
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And if you dig what he's playing, you dig rock
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And if you dig what he's playing, you dig rock
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Rock Cradle Rock
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| Chuck Berry |
