Dizzy Miss Lizzie


The Beatles at the Hollywood Bowl

(Williams)

You make me dizzy, Miss Lizzie,
The way you rock and roll.
You make me dizzy, Miss Lizzie,
When you do the stroll.
Come on, Miss Lizzie,
love me b'fore I grow too old.

Come on, give me fever,
Put your little hand in mine.
You make me dizzy, Miss Lizzie,
Ooh girl, you look so fine.
Just a-rockin' and a-rollin',
Girl, I said I wish you were mine.

You make me dizzy, Miss Lizzie,
When you call my name.
O-o-o-o-oh baby,
Say, you're driving me insane.
Come on, come on, come on, come on, baby,
I wanna be your lovin' man.

Run and tell your mama
I want you to be my bride.
Run and tell your brother,
Baby, don't run and hide.
You make me dizzy, Miss Lizzie,
Girl, I want to marry you.

Come on, give me fever,
Put your little hand in mine, girl.
You make me dizzy, dizzy Lizzie,
Girl, you look so fine.
You're just a-rockin' and a-rollin',
Ooh, I said I wish you were mine.