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.