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I remember when rock was young, |
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me and Susie had so much fun |
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Holding hands and skimmin' stones |
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had a old gold Chevy & a place of my own |
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But the biggest kick I ever got |
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was doin' a thing called the Crocodile Rock |
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While the other kids were rockin' |
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'round the clock we were hoppin' and |
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boppin' to the Crocodile Rock, well |
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Crocodile Rockin' is something shockin' |
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when your feet just can't keep still |
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I never had me a better time |
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and I guess I never will. |
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Oh, Lawdy mamma those Friday nights when |
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Susie wore her dresses tight and |
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the Crocodile Rockin' was out of |
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But the biggest kick I ever got ... |
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But the years went by and rock just died, |
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Susie went & left me for some foreign guy, |
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Long nights cryin' by the record machine dreamin' |
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of my Chevy & my old blue jeans but they'll |
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Never kill the thrills we've got burnin' |
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up to the Crocodile Rock, |
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Learning fast till the weeks went past, |
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we really thought the Crocodile |
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