text: Good evening, sir, how are you?
  I got lumps in my throat
  When I saw her comin 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
  Yeah, shes lookin like a model on the cover of a magazine
  Shes too cute to be a minute over seventeen
  Meanwhile, I was thinking
  Shes in the mood, no need to break it
  I got the chance, I oughta take it
  If shell dance, then we can make it
  Come on, Queenie, lets shake it
  Go, go, go, little Queenie
  Go, go, go, little Queenie
  I said, Go, go, go, little Queenie
  Ahh, go, go, go, go!
  Well, there she is a-dancin
  Over by the record machine
  Lookin like a model on the cover of a magazine
  Yeah, shes too cute to be a minute over seventeen
  Meanwhile, well, shes thinkin
  If its a slow song, well omit it
  If its a rocker, Im gonna get it
  And if its good, shell admit it
  Said, cmon queenie, Ahh
  Queenie, Go! Go, go, queenie
  Go, go, go, little queenie
  Go, go, go, little queenie
  Ahh!
  Well, there she is a-dancin
  Over by the record machine
  Lookin like a model on the cover of a magazine
  Well, shes too cute to be a minute over seventeen
  Meanwhile, I was still thinkin
  Shes in the mood, no need to break it
  I got the chance, I oughta take it
  If shell dance, then we can make it
  Come on, Queenie, lets shake it
  Ahh, Go! Go, go, Queenie
  Go, go, go, little Queenie
  Go, go, go, little Queenie
  Ahh!
  Qo, Queenie, go!
  Go little Queenie!
  Go, go, go, little Queenie!