Song Description
A guy has been away from home on the road for a long time, is on the last leg of the journey, and can't wait to get home.
| Song Length |
4:00 |
Genre |
Pop - General, Pop - Rock |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Cheerful, In High Spirits |
Subject |
Relationship |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
Shoo-Be Bop
I'm gettin' uneasy, Thinkin' how you'll please me,
And the way you walk, the way you talk and how you'll squeeze me,
It's half past eight and I can't wait ' 'till I get home.
You get a little sleazy, The way you tease me,
And the way you smile just drives me wild and makes me crazy,
We're going to ShooBeBop Baby, when I get you alone.
Rollin' down the highway, I-85, It's been quite awhile since I felt alive,
Another hour to go before I knock on your door,
And we'll be Shoo-beBopin' baby, rollin around on the floor.
Your my sugar plum sweatie, So come on and feed me,
Give me what you got, You got alot, so give it to me.