(verse I)
I remember when rock was young, me and Susie had so much fun.
Holding hands and skimmin stones,
we had an old gold Chevy and a place of our own.
But the biggest kick I ever got,
was doin a thang called the crocodile rock.
While the other kids were rockin round the clock,
we were hoppin an boppin to the crocodile rock.
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Well crocodile rockin is something shockin,
when your feet just can't keep still.
I never knew me a better time, and I guess I never will.
Oh lawdy mama, those friday nights,
when Susie wore her dresses tight,
and the crocodile rockin was out of sight.
Laa, la, la la, la, laa. La, la, la, la, laa. La, la, la, la, laa.
(verse II)
But the years went by and the rock just died.
Susie went and left us for a foreign guy.
Long nights crying by the record machine,
dreaming of my Chevy and my old blue jeans.
But they'll never kill the thrills we got,
burning up to the crocodile rock.
Learning fast as the weeks went past,
we really thought the crocodile rock would last.
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(verse I)
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