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HIGH CLASS BABY (Ian Ralph Samwell 1958) as recorded by Cliff Richard and The Drifters 1958 Bye-bye baby doll, I find-a you too high class, I bought myself a ticket but you won't let me pass. This pink champagne and caviar are all very grand, But I prefer just rockin' to a rock 'n' roll band. You find a joint that's a-hoppin' And a cat that's a-boppin, And-a there'll be no stoppin' me, Wait and see! Lotta things I gotta do, Go put on my dancin' shoes; Honey, I shall lose the blues, Bye-bye my baby! (High class baby, high class baby, high class baby, high class baby) A-well, go and find a rich man, put your arms around him, Tell him that you love him and then go out and drown him! Maybe with your riches you'll find true happiness, But I'll stay here a-rockin' 'cause it's what I love the best! In a joint that's a-hoppin' And a cat that's a-boppin, There'll be no stoppin' me, Wait and see! Lotta things I gotta do, Go put on my dancin' shoes; Honey, I shall lose the blues, Bye-bye my baby! (High class baby, high class baby, high class baby, high class baby, High class baby, high class baby, high class baby, high class baby) A-bye-bye-bye baby doll, I find-a you too high class, I bought myself a ticket but you won't let me pass. This pink champagne and caviar are all very grand, But I prefer just rockin' to a rock 'n' roll band. You find a joint that's a-hoppin' And a cat that's a-boppin, And-a there'll be no stoppin' me, Wait and see! Lotta things I gotta do, Go put on my dancin' shoes; Honey, I shall lose the blues, Bye-bye my baby! (High class baby, high class baby, high class baby, high class baby) You got a sable, mink and a Cadillac car, But believe-a me honey, you're takin' things too far! You can't find a true love with a sack of gold; Come on and love me, little honey, before you grow too old! In a joint that's a-hoppin' And a cat that's a-boppin, There'll be no stoppin' me, Wait and see! Lotta things I gotta do, Go put on my dancin' shoe; Honey, I shall lose the blues, Wait until you hear the news! You're still my own true, My very own true, You're still my high class baby! (High class baby, high class baby) Baby you're so high class! (High class baby, high class baby) Don't be mean to me baby! (High class baby, high class baby) Baby you're so high class! (High class baby, high class baby) Don't be mean babe... (Transcribed by Peter Akers - February 2014)

    


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