Rock This Little Baby

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Rock this little baby, rock this baby to sleep
Rock this little baby, and take just a little peep
Then walk out the door, stop and listen
Then take another little peep, 'She's asleep!'
You've rocked this little baby
You've rocked this little baby
You've rocked this little baby – to sleep

Sing this little baby, sing this baby to sleep
Sing this little baby, a song about a black sheep
Sing a little song, soft and sweetly
Then take another little peep, 'She's asleep!'
You've sung this little baby
You've sung this little baby
You've sung this little baby – to sleep

Precious little baby, maybe maybe maybe
Sleep until the new day sun
Rises in the mornin', wake up with a yawnin'
You know that you're the cutest one

INSTRUMENTAL and you can

Walk this little baby, walk this baby to sleep
Walk this little baby, you don't need to take a peep
Walk round the block, no need to stop now
No need to take a peep, 'She's asleep!'
You've walked this little baby (you've walked)
You've sung this little baby (you've sung)
You've rocked this little baby (you've rocked)
And you've walked this little baby (you've walked)
You've sung this little baby (you've sung)
You've rocked this little baby - to sleep
Shh....

Mr Smooth

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Put on your shirt pants collar and tie
Mr Smooth you’re a groovy guy
You’ve got the looks, style and all of that jazz
Mr Smooth Mr Razzamatazz
Mr Smooth Mr Razzamatazz

He’s so smooth with his oily grin
Slick down hair only just been trimmed
Off to work, brand new case
Not a hair out of place

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1.15 it must be time to eat
The King of Groove is grooving down the street
Business lunch, glass of wine
Fancy food, every time.

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O how I’d love to be like him
The slick down hair and the oily grin
But my shirts are too loose, my pants are too tight
And my collar and tie they just don’t look right
But look at him!

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Chish and Fips

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Chish and Fips and Riko Cholls
Somato Tauce and Rausage Solls
Chish and Fips and Riko Cholls
Somato Tauce and Rausage Solls

Five boys tall and lean
You could say string beans
They all lived in Baker Street
And every Sunday they would meet
Their names were

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Fips said to Rausage Solls
I’d like to sing rock and roll
If we had a little band
We could play all over the land
Their names were

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Before long the little band
Had lots and lots of fans (Hooray!)
They played soul and disco too
And also rhythm and blues

And when the time had come to dine
Chish would say, ‘Wouldn’t it be fine to have some

Fish and chips and chiko rolls
Tomato sauce and sausage rolls? - so

Chish and Fips and Riko Cholls
Somato Tauce and Rausage Solls had

Fish and chips and chiko rolls
Tomato sauce and sausage rolls yes…