[Intro]
(Aw New York City you've talked a lot, let's have a look at you)

[Verse 1]
I got the lumps in my throat
When I saw her coming down the aisle
I gets the wiggles in my knees
When she looked at me and sweetly smiled
There she is again standing over by the record machine
Oh, she's looking like a model on the cover of a magazine
Why she's too cute to be a minute over seventeen

[Pre-Chorus]
Meanwhile, I was thinking
She's in the mood, no need to break it
I got the chance, I ought to take it
She can dance, we can make it
Come on queenie, let's shake it

[Chorus]
Go, go, go, little Queenie
Go, go, go, little Queenie
Go, go, go, little Queenie

[Verse 2]
Won't you tell me who the queen's
Standing over by the record machine
Why she's looking like a model
On the cover of a magazine
Yeah she's too cute to be a minute over seventeen
Take off your shoes
[Guitar Solo]

[Pre-Chorus]
Meanwhile, I was still thinking
If it's a slow song, we'll omit it
If it's a rocker, that'll get it
If it's good, she'll admit it
Come on, Queenie, let's get with it

[Chorus]
Go, go, go, little Queenie
Go, go, go, little Queenie
Go, go, go, little Queenie