BOPPIN' THE BLUES 
Carl Perkins


Well, all my friends are boppin' the blues; it must be goin' round
All my friends are boppin' the blues; it must be goin' round
I love you, baby, but I must be rhythm bound

Well, the doctor told me, Carl you need no pills.
Yes, the doctor told me, boy, you don't need no pills.
Just a handful of nickels, the juke box will curve your ills.

Well, the old cat bug bit me, man, I don't feel no pain
Yeah, that jitterbug caught me, man, I don't feel no pain.
I still love you baby, but I'll never be the same.

Well, grand-pa done got rhythm and he threw his crutches down. 
Oh the old boy done got rhythm and blues and he threw that crutches down 
Crand-ma, he ain't triflin', well the old boy's rhythm bound.

Well, all my friends are boppin' the blues; it must be goin' round
All my friends are boppin' the blues; it must be goin' round
I love you, baby, but I must be rhythm bound.

A rop dop, rhythm and blues.
A rop dop, rhythm and blues.
A rock rock, rhythm and blues.
A rock rock, rhythm and blues.
Rhythm and blues, itn must be goin' round.