YOU'RE GONE BABY
(McAlpin)
JIMMY LLOYD (ROULETTE 4062, 1958)

Well, toe to toe and cheek to cheek
Lips are closed, can't even speak
Four arms tight in a warm embrace
And a signal comes from outer space
You're gone, yeah baby you're gone
Well, it's too late to stop when you flip your top
You're gone, gone, gone-gone
Rock!

Well, two little worms, the fuzzy kind
A-comin' down the path in line
One of them looked up, the other one said
I love every hair on your fuzzy head
You're gone, yeah you're gone baby
Well, it's too late to stop when you flip your top
You're gone, gone, gone
Yeah!

Now two little kittens sittin' on a line
Doin' a little swingin' on an old grapevine
Mamma said, kittens better move along
'Cause the big cats walk at the break of dawn
And you're gone, yeah baby you're gone, gone
Well, it's too late to stop when you flip your top
You're gone, gone