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Cliff Richard
Cliff Richard


Background information
Birth name Harry Rodger Webb
Born October 14, 1940
Born place Lucknow, India
Genre(s) Rock'n'Roll
Gospel
Contemporary Christian music
Years active 1958—present
Label(s) Epic Records
Decca Music Group
Columbia Records
EMI Group
Rocket Records
Associated acts The Shadows
Olivia Newton-John
Website Website



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Cliff Richard Lyrics

"High Class Baby (1958 Original)" lyrics


Bye, bye, baby doll, I find you too high class
I bought myself a ticket, but you won’t let me pass
This pink champagne and caviar are all very grand
But I prefer just rocking to a rock ‘n’ roll band

In a joint that’s a hoppin’ and a cat that’s a boppin’
There’ll be no stoppin’ me, wait and see
A lotta things I gotta do, go put on my dancing shoe
Honey, I soon lose the blues, bye bye, my baby

(High Class Baby 2x)

Well, go and find a rich man, put your arms around him
Tell him that you love him and go out and drown him
May be wich you’re riches, you’ll find true happiness
But I’ll stay here a-rocking, ‘cause it’s what I love the best

In a joint that’s a hoppin’ and a cat that’s a boppin’
There’ll be no stoppin’ me, wait and see
A lotta things I gotta do, go put on my dancing shoe
Honey, I soon lose the blues, bye bye, my baby

(High Class Baby 2x)

Bye, bye, bye, bye, baby doll, I find you too high class
I bought myself a ticket, but you won’t let me pass
This pink champagne and caviar are all very grand
But I prefer just rocking to a rock ‘n’ roll band

In a joint that’s a hoppin’ and a cat that’s a boppin’
There’ll be no stoppin’ me, wait and see
A lotta things I gotta do, go put on my dancing shoe
Honey, I soon lose the blues, bye bye, my baby

You’ve got sable mink and a Cadillac
Believe me honey, you’re taking things too far
You can’t find a true love with a sack of gold
Come on and love me, little honey, before you grow too old

In a joint that’s a hoppin’ and a cat that’s a boppin’
There’ll be no stoppin’ me, wait and see
A lotta things I gotta do, go put on my dancing shoes
Honey, I soon lose the blues, wait until you hear the news
You’re still my own true, my very own true
You’re still my high class baby

(High class baby, high class baby) Baby, you’re so high class
(High class baby, high class baby) Don’t be mean to me, baby
(High class baby, high class baby) Baby, you’re so high class
(High class baby, high class baby) Don’t be mean, baby

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