Dean Torrence - Barbara Ann Lyrics
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Barbara Ann
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What Are The Lyrics For Barbara Ann By Dean Torrence?
A Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Barbara Ann
Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Barbara Ann Barbara Ann Take my hand Barbara Ann You got me rockin' and a rollin' Rockin' and a reelin' Barbara Ann Ba-Ba-Ba-Barbara Ann Went to a dance, looking for romance Saw Barbara Ann, so I thought I'd take a chance on Barbara Ann Barbara Ann, Barbara Ann Take my hand Barbara Ann, Barbara Ann Take my hand You got me rockin' and a rollin' Rockin' and a reelin' Barbara Ann Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Barbara Ann Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Barbara Ann Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Barbara Ann Barbara Ann Take my hand Barbara Ann You got me rockin' and a rollin' Rockin' and a reelin' Barbara Ann Ba-Ba-Ba-Barbara Ann (Let's go now) (Takin' it in, Carl) (Hal, and his famous ashtray) (You smell like Rocky, you're always scratchin' it) (Hey, come on!) (Scratch it, Carl, scratch it, baby, right over there) (Down a little lower, down a little lower) (Saw, tried) Tried Peggy Sue Tried Peggy Lou Tried Mary Lou But I knew she wouldn't do Barbara Ann, Barbara Ann Take my Barbara Ann Take my hand You got me rockin' and a rollin' Rockin' and a reelin' Barbara Ann Ba-Ba-Ba-Barbara Ann Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Barbara Ann Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Barbara Ann Barbara Ann Take my hand Barbara Ann You got me rockin' and a rollin' Rockin' and a reelin' Barbara Ann Ba-Ba-Ba-Barbara Ann Barbara Ann, Barbara Ann Barbara Ann, Barbara Ann Barbara Ann, Barbara Ann Barbara Ann |
Who Wrote Barbara Ann By Dean Torrence?
Fred Fassert
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What's The Duration Of The Barbara Ann By Dean Torrence?The duration of Barbara Ann is 2:53 minutes and seconds. |
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