In the North they call us Rebels,
In the South they call us Yankees,
Because every other suckers born to do the hokey-pokey
With the skillet lickin` time keepers,
The grinnin` reapers
Of a missionary rock star.
You can rock it like Sir Sisyphus,
But even in it`s genesis
It`s really quite ridiculous,
`Lectro hobo, so now you know
Not to clock the Weeble Wobble Hot Rod Gang,
Revelator Big Bang!
You can`t hang with the heavinesses hung
Among the houses of the rising tongue.
S`no fun to crack the axles,
But its gotta be done
Cause whenever you wobble the weebles
You know they get ticked-off!
And in the season of Bol-Weevil speaking evil in your ear,
And a pile of manure fertilizing all your fears,
We yabba-dabba-doo all the way to Shangri-La.
Here it is with the rock `n` roll outlaw.
Where rock is criminal, criminals Rock!
Where rock is criminal, the criminals they Rock!
Where rock is criminal, criminals Rock!
...Like This!
Hee-Haw! Hee-Haw! Hee-Haw! Hee-Haw!
I`m a Rock `N` Roll Outlaw!
Hee-Haw! Hee-Haw! Hee-Haw! Hee-Haw!
YEAH!!!
So you can rock it like Sir Sisyphus,
But even in it`s genesis
It`s really quite ridiculous,
`Lectro hobo, so now you know
Not to clock the Weeble Wobble Hot Rod Gang!
YAH! YAH!!