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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chicory Tip
Chicory Tip
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Giorgio Moroder
Giorgio Moroder
Songwriter
Pete Bellotte
Pete Bellotte
Songwriter

Lyrics

Hoopapa, papa, hoomama...
Good grief, Christina
How come you've never heard of rock'n'roll?
Good grief, Christina
How come it never made it to your soul?
Took you to a dance with a rock'n'roll show
And the band opened up with all the show
I began to shake to the music's rock
But Christina, she couldn't jive
Good grief, Christina
How come you've never heard of rock'n'roll?
Good grief, Christina
How come it never made it to your soul?
I see you standing round when the music's so hot
With a beat like that of guitar rock
It brings it back like it used to be
Come and sing this riff with me
Hoopapa, papa, hoomama...
Good grief, Christina
How come you've never heard of rock'n'roll?
Good grief, Christina
How come it never made it to your soul?
We got some Ritchie Valens and Reggie too
We got Bony Moronie and Peggy Sue
Bring it back like it used to be
Come and sing this riff with me
Hoopapa, papa, hoomama...
Written by: Giorgio Moroder, Pete Bellotte
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