I got lumps in my throat
When I saw her coming down the aisle
I got the wiggles in my knees
When she looked at me and sweetly smiled
There she is again
Standing over by the record machine
Looking like a model
On the cover of a magazine
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
Tell me who's the queen
Standing over by the record machine
Looking like a model
On the cover of a magazine
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
Let's quit it
Get with it