The Beatles — Dizzy Miss Lizzy (Larry Williams)
You make me dizzy, miss Lizzy, the way you rock and roll.
You make me dizzy, miss Lizzy when you do the stroll.
Come on miss Lizzy, love me ‘fore I grow too old.
Come on give me fever, put your little hand in mine.
You make me dizzy dizzy Lizzy, oh girl you look so fine.
Just a-rockin’ and a-rollin’, girl I said I wish you were mine.
You make me dizzy, miss Lizzy when you call my name.
Oh baby say you’re driving me insane.
Come on, come on, come on baby I wanna be your lovin’ man.
Gonna tell your mama, I want you to be my bride.
Run and tell your brother, baby don’t run and hide.
You make me dizzy, miss Lizzy, girl I wanna marry you.