Song:
HIGH CLASS BABY
Writer:
Ian Ralph Samwell
Released
1958
LYRICS:
HIGH CLASS BABY
(Ian Samwell)

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 rockin’ 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 lot of things I gotta do go put on my dancing shoes
Honey, I soon lose the blues, bye, bye, my baby
(High class baby, high class baby)

Well, go and find rich man, put your arms around him
Tell him that you love him and go out and drown him
May be with you’re riches, you’ll find true happiness
But I’ll stay here a-rockin’, ‘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 lot of things I gotta do go put on my dancing shoes
Honey, I soon lose the blues, bye, bye, my baby
(High class baby, high class baby)

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 rockin’ 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 lot of things I gotta do go put on my dancing shoes
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 lot of 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, a very own true
You’re still my high class baby
(High class baby, high class baby) Baby, you’re so high class
Ooh, don’t be mean to me baby
(High class baby, high class baby) Baby, you’re so high class