In The North They Call Us Rebels

In The South They Call Us Yankees

Because Every Other Sucker's Born

To Do The Hokey Pokey

With The Skillet Lickin' Time Keepers

The Grinnin' Reapers Of A Missionary Rock Star



Now You Can Rock It Like Sir Sisyphus

But Even In Its Genesis

It's Really Quite Ridiculous

'Lectric Hobo, So Now You Know

Not Clock The Weeble Wobble Hot Rod Gang

Revelator, Big Bang!



You Can't Hang With The Heaviness

That's Hung Among The Houses Of The Rising Tongues

No Fun To Crack The Axles

But It's Gotta Be Done

'Cause Whenever You Wobble The Weebles

You Know They Get Ticked Off

And In The Season Of Bol Weevil

Speakin' Evil In Your Ear

And A Pile Of Manure Fertilizing All Your Fears

We Yabba Dabba Do All The Way To Shangri La

Here It Is With The Rock And Roll Outlaw



Where Rock Is Criminal, Criminals Rock!

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Hee Haw, Hee Haw, Hee Haw, Hee Haw

I'm A Rock And Roll Outlaw