Gratakek - le 22 avri à 10:42
alala que de souvenir, jai toujours cru connaitre les paroles maintenant je l'avoue je faisais semblant.

Floy - le 22 avri à 13:49
Oh bah oui ça ne nous rajeunit pas tous ça !! Ca me rappelle mes souvenirs de guerre du Viet-Nâm, on écoutait ça avec mon vieux Billy Bob le soir dans les tranchées. Sacré Billy Bob, fauché dans la fleur de l'âge par une rafale d'AK 47...

Sinon elle bien mignonne cette petite Joan, quelqu'un sait ce qu'elle est devenue ? Paraîtrait qu'elle vend des fruits et légumes sur le marché de Melun...

The Slyne - le 22 avri à 20:50
L'AK 47, l'arme preferé de nos ennemis....le napalm c'est bon c'est chaud, le napalm ca vous colle a la peau!

Sinon, bonne chanson quant même!

Pastagaz - le 22 avri à 21:13


Tiens cadeau tu pourras te la péter maintenant...

I saw him dancing there by the record machine
I knew he must have been about seventeen
The beat was going strong, playing my favorite song
And I could tell it wouldn't be long
Till he was with me, yeah, me
And I could tell it wouldn't be long
Till he was with me, yeah, me, singin'

{Refrain:}
I love rock 'n' roll
So put another dime in the jukebox, baby
I love rock 'n' roll
So come and take your time and dance with me

He smiled, so I got up and asked for his name
"That doesn't matter," he said, "'cuase it's all the same."
I said, "Can I take you home where we can be alone?"
And next we were moving on
And he was with me, yeah, me
And next we were moving on
And he was with me, yeah, me, singin'

{Refrain}

I said, "Can I take you home where we can be alone?"
And next we were moving on
And he was with me, yeah, me, singin'

{Refrain}