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.
"There's no discussing",
Said their mothers,
" Handed down...
To sisters and brothers..."
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