I Shot Mr. Lee - The Bobbettes

One, two, three

I shot Mr. Lee

Three, four, five

I got tired of his jive

Whoa, whoa, whoa

We should’ve never, uh oh

Whoa, whoa, whoa

We should’ve never, uh oh

Whoa, whoa, whoa

We should’ve never, oh no

Whoa, whoa, whoa

We should’ve never, uh oh

Whoa, whoa, whoa

We should’ve never, oh no

Whoa, whoa, whoa

We should’ve never

Shouldn’t have never met a sweety

He shouldn’t have never met me

Shouldn’t have never met a sweety

Shouldn’t have never met me

Now his memory has got a history

He was a real cool cat

And wore a high top hat

He was a real cool cat

And wore a high top hat

He was a real cool cat

All the girls loved that

Whoa, whoa, whoa

We should’ve never, uh oh

Whoa, whoa, whoa

We should’ve never, uh oh

Whoa, whoa, whoa

We should’ve never, oh no

Whoa, whoa, whoa

We should’ve never, uh oh

Whoa, whoa, whoa

We should’ve never, oh no

Whoa, whoa, whoa

We should’ve never

I picked up my gun

And I went to his door

I picked up my gun

And I went to his door

Now Mr. Lee can tell me no more

He hollered help, help

Murder, police

The girl’s after me with a gun

Hollered help, help, murder, police

The girl’s after me with a gun

Six, seven, eight

Mr. Lee had a date

Nine, ten, eleven

Now he’s up in heaven

Shot him in the head

Boom boom, whoa oh

Shot him in the head

Boom boom, whoa oh

Shot him in the head

Boom boom, whoa oh

Shot him in the head

Boom boom, whoa oh

Shot him in the head

Boom boom, whoa oh

Shot him in the head

Boom boom