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Well, she comes from Tallahassee (whoo), She's got a HI-FI chassis (whoo). Maybe looks a little sassy (whoo), But to me she's real classy (whoo). Yeah, my Tallahassee Lassie, Down in F-L-A. Well, she's rompin' to The Drag, The Cha Cha8, Rag-a-mop. Stompin' to The s whoo, Rocks the Bunny Hop. (A-ooo, hoo-ooo, hoo-ooo, hoo-ooo.) Well, she dances to The Bop. She dances to The Stroll, She dances to The Walk, Whoo, she can rock & roll. She's my Tallahassee Lassie (whoo). Yeah, my Tallahassee Lassie (whoo). She's my Tallahassee Lassie. Down in F-L-A. Well, she comes from Tallahassee (whoo), She's got a HI-FI chassis (whoo). Maybe looks a little sassy (whoo), But to me she's real classy (whoo). Yeah, my Tallahassee Lassie, Down in F-L-A. Well, she's rompin' to The Drag, The Cha Cha8, Rag-a-mop. Stompin' to The s8 whoo, Rocks the Bunny Hop. (A-ooo, hoo-ooo, hoo-ooo, hoo-ooo.) Well, she dances to The Bop. She dances to The Stroll, She dances to The Walk, Whoo, she can rock & roll. She's my Tallahassee Lassie (whoo). Yeah, my Tallahassee Lassie (whoo). She's my Tallahassee Lassie. Down in F-L-A. C'mon, baby. C'mon, honey. Fade. Yeah, c'mon, sugar. C'mon, baby...
Writer(s): Robert Crewe, Frank Slay, Frederick Picariello Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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