Intro, II7b9 can be bIIIdim
Originally in G, I play in E
In E, play the D#7b9 in the intro as x1202x
| E/B | A/C# | D#7b9 |
| E | E | C#m | C#m | A | A | B | B |
| E | |
| I rem | ember when rock was young |
| G#m | |
| Me and | Susie had so much fun |
| A | |
| Holding | hands and skimmin’ stones |
| B | |
| Had a | old gold Chevy and a place of my own |
| E | |
| But the | biggest kick I ever got |
| G#m | |
| Was doin’ a | thing called the Crocodile Rock |
| A | |
| While the | other kids were rockin’ ‘round the clock |
| B | |
| We were | hoppin’ and boppin’ to the Crocodile Rock, well |
| C#m |
| Crocodile Rockin’ is something shockin’ when your |
| F#7 |
| Feet just can’t keep still |
| B7 | E |
| I never knew me a better time and I | guess I never will |
| C# |
| Oh, lordy mamma those Friday nights when |
| F#7 |
| Susie wore her dresses tight and |
| B7 | A |
| The Crocodile Rockin’ was out of’a | sight |
| E |
| La, la la la la |
| C#m |
| La, la la la la |
| A |
| La, la la la la |
| B |
| La |
| E | |
| But the | years went by and rock just died |
| G#m |
| Susie went and left me for some foreign guy |
| A |
| Long nights cryin’ by the record machine |
| B |
| Dreamin’ of my Chevy and my old blue jeans |
| E | |
| But they’ll | never kill the thrills we’ve got |
| G#m | |
| Burnin’ | up to the Crocodile Rock |
| A | |
| Learning | fast as the weeks went past |
| B | |
| We really | thought the Crocodile Rock would last, well |
| C#m |
| Crocodile Rockin’ is something shockin’ when your |
| F#7 |
| Feet just can’t keep still |
| B7 | E |
| I never knew me a better time and I | guess I never will |
| C# |
| Oh, lordy mamma those Friday nights when |
| F#7 |
| Susie wore her dresses tight and |
| B7 | A |
| The Crocodile Rockin’ was out of’a | sight |
| E |
| La, la la la la |
| C#m |
| La, la la la la |
| A |
| La, la la la la |
| B |
| La |
With harmony
| E | |
| I rem | ember when rock was young |
| G#m | |
| Me and | Susie had so much fun |
| A | |
| Holding | hands and skimmin’ stones |
| B | |
| Had a | old gold Chevy and a place of my own |
| E | |
| But the | biggest kick I ever got |
| G#m | |
| Was doin’ a | thing called the Crocodile Rock |
| A | |
| While the | other kids were rockin’ ‘round the clock |
| B | |
| We were | hoppin’ and boppin’ to the Crocodile Rock, well |
| C#m |
| Crocodile Rockin’ is something shockin’ when your |
| F#7 |
| Feet just can’t keep still |
| B7 | E |
| I never knew me a better time and I | guess I never will |
| C# |
| Oh, lordy mamma those Friday nights when |
| F#7 |
| Susie wore her dresses tight and |
| B7 | A |
| The Crocodile Rockin’ was out of’a | sight |
| E |
| La, la la la la |
| C#m |
| La, la la la la |
| A |
| La, la la la la |
| B |
| La |
Fade