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Cliff Richard & Grazina Frame & A.B.S. Orchestra
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Cliff Richard & Norrie Paramor and His Orchestra
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Cliff Richard & A.B.S. Orchestra & The Michael Sammes Singers
Cliff Richard
Cliff Richard & A.B.S. Orchestra & The Michael Sammes Singers
Cliff Richard & A.B.S. Orchestra
Cliff Richard & The Michael Sammes Singers
Cliff Richard & Grazina Frame & A.B.S. Orchestra
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Cliff Richard & The Norrie Paramor Strings
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Cliff Richard & A.B.S. Orchestra
Cliff Richard & A.B.S. Orchestra
Cliff Richard & A.B.S. Orchestra
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Cliff Richard & The Norrie Paramor Strings
Cliff Richard
Cliff Richard & A.B.S. Orchestra
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Cliff Richard & The Norrie Paramor Strings
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I don't want no one fussing over me
Sweet honey doesn't go with me
I won't be lonely loving nobody
And that's the way it's gonna be
I was born in a cold December
And I was brought up in a shack
I been a mean, mean child
Since the day I was born
And there ain't no turning back
Not no how
There ain't no turning back
I dig the rhythm of a bass guitar
You'll find me where the swinging places are
Where all the other cats' faces are
Ready near as mean as mine
I was born in a cold December
And I was brought up in a shack
I been a mean, mean child
Since the day I was born
And there ain't no turning back
Not no how
There ain't no turning back
Just watch me shimmy to a solid beat
A doll is real pretty but if she is too sweet
I kiss her once and then I take my feet
High side on the street again
I was born in a cold December
And I was brought up in a shack
I been a mean, mean child
Since the day I was born
And there ain't no turning back
Not no how
There ain't no turning back
I don't want no one fussing over me
Sweet honey doesn't go with me
I won't be lonely loving nobody
And that's the way it's gonna be
I was born in a cold December
And I was brought up in a shack
I been a mean, mean child
Since the day I was born
And there ain't no turning back
Not no how
There ain't no turning back
No Turning Back was written by Lionel Bart.