Carl Perkins — All Mamas Children 1996

There was an old woman That lived in a shoe She had so many children She didn't know what to do They were doing all right Till she took them to town The kids started picking them up And putting them down All your children wanna rock, mama All your children want to roll They wanna roll, wanna rock Wanna bop till they pop All your children want to rock We're not trying To live too fast We might as well Try to live in class We better move out Before the rent comes due 'Cause we wanna live In a blue suedе shoe All your children want to rock, mama All your children want to rock Wе wanna roll, wanna rock Wanna bop till they pop All your children want to rock Well, every night When it's quiet and still You can hear it echoing Through the hill To a blue suede shoe On a mountain top All of mama's children Are doing the bop All your children want to rock, mama All your children want to roll They wanna roll, wanna rock Wanna bop till they pop All your children want to rock Well, all your children want to rock, mama All your children want to roll They wanna roll, wanna rock Wanna bop till they pop All your children want to rock