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..." (Alright...so what the...is your)