Bubijeva pesmarica

This thiDng, calGled love, I jCust caGn't handle it,
this, thDing, calGled lovCe, I musGt, get round to it,
I ain’t reDady, crBazy litCtle thing caDlled love.
ThDis thing, calleGd love, iCt cries, in crGaddle at night,
it swiDngs, it jives, it shakGes, all overlikeC​ a jeGlly-fish,
I kinda lDike it, crBazy littCle thing caDlled love.

There goes my bGaby,
she knCows how to rock and rGoll,
She dBrives me crazy,
she gives me hEot and cold feveAr,
then Fshe leaves me in a cool, cool sweat.

D-C#-C A-G#-G E A

I gottaD​ be cool, relaxG, get hCip, get oGn my tracks,
take a bDack seat, hitch-hike
And take a lGong ride on my mCotor bGike
until I'm reDady,
BCrazy LitCtle thing calleDd love.