- Votes:
- Composers:
- Samwell
- Ian Ralph
- Tags:
- british rock n roll
- classic rock n roll
- essential listening for cats
- rock and roll
- rock n roll
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Cliff Richard - High Class Baby lyrics
Bye, bye, baby doll, I find you too high class
I bought myself a ticket but you wonât let me pass
This pink champagne and caviar are all very grand
But I prefer just rocking to a rock ânâ roll band
You find a joint thatâs a hoppinâ and a cat thatâs a boppinâ
Thereâll be no stoppinâ me, wait and see
Lotta things I gotta do, go put on my dancing shoe
Honey, I soon lose the blues, bye, bye, my baby
High class baby
High class baby
High class baby
High class baby
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, youâll find true happiness
But Iâll stay here a-rocking âcause itâs what I love the best
In a joint thatâs a hoppinâ and a cat thatâs a boppinâ
Thereâll be no stoppinâ me, wait and see
Lotta things I gotta do, go put on my dancing shoe
Honey, I soon 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
Cliff Richard - High Class Baby - http://motolyrics.com/cliff-richard/high-class-baby-lyrics.html
Bye, bye, bye, bye, baby doll, I find you too high class
I bought myself a ticket but you wonât let me pass
This pink champagne and caviar are all very grand
But I prefer just rocking to a rock ânâ roll band
You find a joint thatâs a hoppinâ and a cat thatâs a boppinâ
Thereâll be no stoppinâ me, wait and see
Lotta things I gotta do, go put on my dancing shoe
Honey, I soon lose the blues, bye, bye, my baby
High class baby
High class baby
High class baby
High class baby
Youâve got sable mink and a Cadillac
Believe me honey, youâre taking things too far
You canât find a true love with a sack of gold
Come on and love me, little honey, before you grow too old
In a joint thatâs a hoppinâ and a cat thatâs a boppinâ
And thereâll be no stoppinâ me, wait and see
Lotta things I gotta do, go put on my dancing shoes
Honey, I soon lose the blues, wait until you hear the news
Youâre still my own true, my very own true
Youâre still my high class, baby
High class baby, high class baby, high class baby, high class baby
(Baby, youâre so high class)
High class baby, high class baby, high class baby, high class baby
(Donât be mean to me, baby)
High class baby, high class baby, high class baby, high class baby
(Baby, youâre so high class, donât be mean, baby)