This thing called "love", I just can't handle it. This thing called "love", I must get round to it. I ain't ready, crazy little thing called "love"... ...It cries -like a baby- in a cradle all night. It swings, woo! woo!, it jives woo! woo!, it shakes all over like a jelly fish, I kinda like it... ...There goes my baby, she knows how to Rock'n'Roll, she drives my crazy, she gives me hot and cold fever, then she leaves me in a cool, cool sweat. I gotta be cool, relax, get hip, get on my track's, take a back seat, hitch hike, and take a long ride on my motor bike until I'm ready... ...ready, Freddie...???