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#3 Beach Boys Blast

Well, she got her daddy's car

And she cruised through the hamburger stand, now

Seems she forgot all about the library

Like she told her old man, now

And with the radio blasting

Goes cruisin' just as fast as she can, now

And she'll have fun, fun, fun

'Til her daddy takes the T-Bird away

Well, you knew all along

That your Dad was gettin' wise to you, now

And since he took your set of keys

You've been thinking that your fun is all through, now

But you can come along with me

'Cause we gotta lot of things to do, now

And you'll have fun, fun, fun

Now that Daddy took the T-Bird away

And we'll have fun, fun, fun

Now that Daddy took the T-Bird away

Daddy took the T-Bird away

Catch a wave and you're sittin' on top of the world

Catch a wave, Catch a wave

Those who don't just have to put it down

Catch a wave and you're sittin' on top of the world

Catch a wave, Catch a wave

They said it wouldn't last too long

Catch a wave they'll be sittin' on top of the world

Catch a wave they'll be sittin' on top of the world

Catch a wave they'll be sittin' on top of the world

I get around from town to town

I’m a real cool head

I’m makin real good bread

I get around

Round, round, round get around

I get around

I get around

Lyrics to Disney Music

#5 Rock the Jukebox (Enc, Sens, ST students)

Rock the Jukebox, Rock, Rock the Jukebox

Time to let the Jukebox spin your favorite song.

Rock the Jukebox, Rock, Rock the Jukebox

Time to let the Jukebox rock you, all night long.

When your feelin down and you need a solution

Nothin lifts you like the sound of a song

When it plays your mood, starts improvin’

Just feel the power of the music gettin strong.

Rock the Jukebox, Rock, Rock the Jukebox

Time to let the Jukebox spin your favorite song.

Rock the Jukebox, Rock, Rock the Jukebox

Time to let the Jukebox rock you, all night long.

Rock, Rock, Rock the box. Rock the Jukebox.

Rock, Rock, Rock the box. Rock the Jukebox.

Rock, Rock, Rock the box. Rock the Jukebox.

Rock, Rock, Rock the box. Rock, Rock the box.

Rock the Jukebox, Rock, Rock the Jukebox

Time to let the Jukebox spin your favorite song.

Rock the Jukebox, Rock, Rock the Jukebox

Time to let the Jukebox rock you, all night long.

All Night. Rock the box. time to Rock the box.

Rock the Jukebox.

#6 Nostalgia (All Students)

When I was young I listened to the radio waitin’ for my favorite song....

When it plays I sing along...It makes me smile.

It’s yesterday one more....Oooooo.

Charleston, Charleston, made in Carolina.

Some dance, some prance, thay say theres nothing finer than.

Charleston, Charleston, oh how you can shuffle.

Do do do do...

Buck dance, wing dance. We’ll be in that number.

Charleston, the new Charleston...now.

Ba, ba, ba, ba...

I’ve got rhythm, I’ve got music.

I’ve got my song, who could ask for anything more.

Old man trouble, I don’t mind him.

You wount find him, round my door.

Ba, ba, ba, ba...

Who could ask for anything more?

Who could ask for anything more?

Pardon me boy, is that the Chattanooga Choo Choo.

Track 29, boy you can give me a shine.

I can afford to board the Chattanooga Choo Choo.

I’ve got my fare, and just a trifle to spare.

You leave the Penn. Station bout a quarter to four.

Read a magazine and then your in Baltimore.

Dinner at the diner, nothin could be finer.

Than to have your ham and eggs in Carolina.

When you hear the whistle blowin eight-to-the-bar.

Then you know that Tenn is not very far.

Shovel all the coal in, Gotta keep it rollin.

Whoo, whoo, Chattanooga there you are.

Oh you can rock it you can roll it, you can stop and even stroll it at the hop.

When the record starts a spinnin you KALIPSO and you Chicken at the hop.

Do the dance sensation that is sweepin the nation at the hop.

Ahhh, Lets go to the hop (4 times)

Come on...Let’s go to the hop.

You ain’t nothin but a hound dog. Cryin all the time.

You ain’t nothin but a hound dog. Cryin all the time.

You ain’t never caught a rabbit and you aint no friend of mine.

Sunshine on my Shoulder (solos)

Been workin so hard, and punchin my card.

Eight hours for what? Oh tell me what I’ve got.

I’ve got this feeling, that times just holdin me down.

I’ll hit the ceiling, or else I’ll tear up this town.

Now I gotta cut loose, footloose. Kick off your Sunday shoes.

Please, Louise, pull me offa my knees.

Jack, get back, come on before we crack.

Loose your blues, everybody cut footloose.

Loose your blues, Kick off your Sunday shoes.

Loose your blues, everybody cut footloose.

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