Louie Louie, Go Home

Well I, well I left my wife and child (Louie, go back home)
Yeah, my conscience is about to drive me wild, yeah (Louie, go back home)
A little voice inside of my head goes on and on (Louie, go back home)
It says "Louie, Louie, Louie
You better come back home

Well I, well I thought I make it by myself, yeah (Louie, go back home)
Oh, but my baby, she's got my heart a-upon the shelve (Louie, go back home)
Oh well I, well I can still hear her moan (Louie, go back home)
They're crying Louie, Louie, Louie
You better go back home

You better go back home, yeah
You better go back home, yeah
You better go back home
Oh yeah, you better go back home

You better go back aho aho ahome, ahome yeah yeah
Home ahome ahome
Just to go back ahome ahome ahome
Driving home, yeah, home

Just a little bit louder now (Just a little bit louder)
Just a little bit louder now (Just a little bit louder)
Just a little bit louder (Just a little bit louder)
Well, I'm going home (Just a little bit louder)
Well, I'm going home, yeah
Ooh, I'm going back, back, back, back, back, to my home
Yeah home
Home sweet home
I'm going back home, ooh

I'm going home, yeah
I'm going home, yeah
I'm going home, yeah
I'm going home, yeah
Back to my baby
Back to where they need me

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