The Yardbirds' version of this heard recently on the telly trying to sell something.
Tiny Bradshaw, who wrote it, 1951.
Johnny Burnette and the Rock 'n Roll Trio, 1956.
The one many of you know, because the Limeys had to spoon-feed American music back to you racist pigs.Changed lyrics because they couldn't get performance rights for the film.If you are more familiar w/ the Aerosmiff version you are too young to read this web-log, but probably should stick around, as you might learn something.
PROTIP: Removing your head from your sphincter & taking a good look around would be an excellent start to your education.
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