In the North they call us Rebels,
In the South they call us Yankees,
Because every other suckers born to do the hokey-pokey
With the skillet lickin' time keepers,
The grinnin' reapers
Of a missionary rock star.You can rock it like Sir Sisyphus,
But even in it's genesis
It's really quite ridiculous,
'Lectro hobo, so now you know
Not to clock the Weeble Wobble Hot Rod Gang,
Revelator Big Bang!
You can't hang with the heavinesses hung
Among the houses of the rising tongue.
S'no fun to crack the axles,
But its gotta be done
Cause whenever you wobble the weebles
You know they get ticked-off!And in the season of Bol-Weevil speaking evil in your ear,
And a pile of manure fertilizing all your fears,
We yabba-dabba-doo all the way to Shangri-La.
Here it is with the rock 'n' roll outlaw.Where rock is criminal, criminals Rock!
Where rock is criminal, the criminals they Rock!
Where rock is criminal, criminals Rock!...Like This!
Hee-Haw! Hee-Haw! Hee-Haw! Hee-Haw!
I'm a Rock 'N' Roll Outlaw!
Hee-Haw! Hee-Haw! Hee-Haw! Hee-Haw!
YEAH!
So you can rock it like Sir Sisyphus,
But even in it's genesis
It's really quite ridiculous,
'Lectro hobo, so now you know
Not to clock the Weeble Wobble Hot Rod Gang!
YAH! YAH!Hee-Haw! Hee-Haw! Hee-Haw! Hee-Haw!
I'm a Rock 'N' Roll Outlaw!
Hee-Haw! Hee-Haw! Hee-Haw! Hee-Haw!
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