Lyrics The Beatles

The Beatles

Little Queenie

I got the lumps in my throat

When I saw her coming down the isle

I get the wiggles in my knee

When she looked at me and sweetly smiled

There she is again

Standing over by the record machine

Yeh she looks like the model

On the cover of a magazine

Why she's too cute

To be a minute over seventeen

Meanwhile I was thinking

She's in the mood, no need to break it

I got a chance, I ought to take it

If she'll dance, we can make it

Come on Queenie, let's shake it

Go go go little Queenie

Go go go little Queenie

I said: go go go little Queenie

There she is again

Standing over by the record machine

She's looking like the model

On the cover of a magazine

Why she's too cute

To be a minute over seventeen

Meanwhile I was still thinking,

If it's a slow song, we'll omit it

If it's a rocker, that'll get it

And if it's good, she'll admit it

Come on, Queenie, let's get with it

Go go go little Queenie

Go go go little Queenie

Go go go little Queenie

There she is again

Standing over by the record machine

Yeh she looks like the model

On the cover of a magazine

Why she's too cute

To be a minute over seventeen

Meanwhile I was thinking

She's in the mood, no need to break it

I got a chance, I ought to take it

If she'll dance, we can make it

Come on Queenie, let's shake it

Go go go little Queenie

Go go go little Queenie

Go go go little Queenie