Tallahassie Lassie

Well, she comes from Tallahassee (whoa)
She got a hi-fi chassis (whoa)
Maybe looks a little sassy (whoa)
But to me, she's real classy (whoa)
Yeah, my Tallahassee lassie (whoa)
Down in F-L-A

Well, she's rompin' to the drag, the cha-cha, rag-a-mop
Stompin' to the shag (whoa), rocks the bunny hop
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Well, she dances to the bop, she dances to the stroll
She dances to the walk (whoa), she can rock and roll

She's my Tallahassee lassie (whoa)
Yeah, my Tallahassee lassie (whoa)
She's my Tallahassee lassie
Down in F-LA

Well, she's rompin' to the drag, the cha-cha, rag-a-mop
Stompin' to the shag (whoa), rocks the bunny hop
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Well, she dances to the bop, she dances to the stroll
She dances to the walk (whoa), she can rock and roll

She's my Tallahassee lassie (whoa)
Yeah, my Tallahassee lassie (whoa)
She's my Tallahassee lassie
Down in F-L-A

Come on, baby
Come on, honey
Yeah, come on, sugar
Come on, baby



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Writer(s): Robert Crewe, Frank Slay, Frederick Picariello
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