Our True Story

The Jive Five Our True Story Lyrics
1.What Time Is It

What Time Is It

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Artist:The Jive Five featuring Eugene Pitt
- peak Billboard position # 67 in 1962
- Words and Music by Bob Feldman, Richard Gottenhrer, and Jerry
Goldstein

(Tick-tock, listen to the clock)
(Tick-tock, listen to the clock)

What time is it?
I've just got to know
What time is it? (It's five o'clock)
Three more hours to go
Till I hold her in my arms
And tell her that I want her for my own

(Tick-tock, tick-tock)
(Tick-tock, listen to the clock)
(Tick-tock, listen to the clock)

What time is it?
Tell me once again
What time is it? (It's six o'clock)
Two more hours and then
I will kiss her sweet lips
While the magic of the moonlight makes her mine

(Tick-tock, tick-tock, better hurry up)
And put my tie on
(Better hurry up)
It's almost time

(Tick-tock, listen to the clock)
(Tick-tock, listen to the clock)

What time is it? (It's seven o'clock)
Just one hour more
What time is it? (It's eight o'clock)
Now I'm at her door
And my heart is beating fast
The moment's here at last

What time is it?

(It's time for love)

Transcribed by Robin Hood


2.My True Story

Lyricist:Eugene Pitt, Oscar Waltzer

Cry, cry, cry whoa, uh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Cry, cry, cry whoa, uh, oh, oh, oh, oh

There is a story, yeah
That I must tell of two lovers
That I bewail

Now they must cry, cry, cry, whoa, uh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Their blues away
(Cry, cry, cry, their blues away)

Her name was Sue, yeah
His name was Earl
His love was Lorraine

She's a wonderful girl
But they must cry, cry, cry, whoa, uh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Their blues away
(Their blues away)

Love will make you happy
And love will make you cry
Love will make the tears fall

When your lover says goodbye
And then you'll cry, cry, cry, whoa, uh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Your blues away
(Cry, cry, cry, their blues away)

This story ends, yeah
It was no lie
Names have been changed dear
To protect you and I

But we must cry, cry, cry, whoa, uh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Our blues away
(Cry, cry, cry)

Mm
(Whoa, uh our blues away)
We must cry
(Cry, cry, cry, whoa, uh our blues away)