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Elvis Presley: Jailhouse Rock

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ELVIS PRESLEY: JAILHOUSE ROCK

The warden threw a party in the county jail.
The prison band was there and they began to wail.
The band was jumpin' and the joint began to swing.
You should've heard those knocked out jailbirds sing.
Let's rock Everybody, let's rock.
Everybody in the whole cell block
was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock.

Spider Murphy played the tenor saxophone,
Little Joe was blowin' on the slide trombone.
The drummer boy from Illinois went crash, boom, bang,
the whole rhythm section was the Purple Gang.
Let's rock Everybody, let's rock.
Everybody in the whole cell block
was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock.

Number forty-seven said to number three:
"You're the cutest jailbird I ever did see.
I sure would be delighted with your company,
come on and do the Jailhouse Rock with me."
Let's rock Everybody, let's rock.
Everybody in the whole cell block
was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock.

The sad sack was a sittin' on a block of stone
way over in the corner weepin' all alone.
The warden said, "Hey, buddy, don't you be no square.
If you can't find a partner use a wooden chair."
Let's rock Everybody, let's rock.
Everybody in the whole cell block
was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock.

Shifty Henry said to Bugs, "For Heaven's sake,
no one's lookin', now's our chance to make a break."
Bugsy turned to Shifty and he said, "Nix nix,
I wanna stick around a while and get my kicks."
Let's rock Everybody, let's rock.
Everybody in the whole cell block
was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock.
ROCK IN PRESON

El cap de la preson l’ha mettuu in pè on festin
E i lader del prim ragg hann taccaa a fà casin
Sonaven ‘mè a la Scala, insema a San Vittor e i carceraa ballaven e cantaven pur

‘Bej ciocch, tucc insema bej ciocch
Ballaven e cantaven ciocch
Al son de quell che ciamen rock

Vun de la mala el tacca cont el sax tenor
Poeu vunde la Lingera cont i sò tambor
‘N’ergastolan ghe boffa là in del sò trombon, e al piano on terrorista al ciar de la prison

El numer vintiduu al numer trii el ghe diss
Soo nò se a l’Asinara o in che alter bus t’hoo vist
Ma te me veet a gust, dai balla insema a mì, el rock de San Vittor se balla appena chì

In fond gh’era on rocchetta che el ballava nò.
Pensava a i so tosann e el stava settaa giò
La guardia el varda e el diss intant che el ghe fa el segn:
Gh’heet nò ‘na tosa? E balla cont on scrann de legn

Ne l’angol gh’è el mafios che el fà o Gesù o Signur
Nissun ghe adess che varda se po’ saltà el mur
Gh’el diss al camorrista, ma quel fà bell piatt
Pasquà, l’è chì la festa, indoè te veet, seet matt?


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