Ala June and johnny blue,
Rock and roll hootchikoo.
They don't work, but they can sing, they can dance,
Like a bird on the wing.
They have the music,
They have the beat,
And they got the soul
And they take the heat.
They drive a car like me and you,
They hear the lies,
They have the blues.
They say the words,
To beat the band,
Like a poor old babe in a garbage can.
They say the words,
To beat the band,
Like a poor old babe
In a garbage can.