In the north they call us rebels In the south they call us yankees Because every other sucker's born To do the hokey pokey With the skillet lickin' time keepers The grinnin' reapers of a missionary rock star
Now you can rock it like Sir Sisyphus But even in its genesis It's really quite ridiculous 'Lectric hobo, so now you know Not clock the weeble wobble hot rod gang Revelator, big bang!
You can't hang with the heaviness That's hung among the houses of the rising tongues No fun to crack the axles But it's gotta be done 'Cause whenever you wobble the weebles You know they get ticked off And in the season of bol weevil Speakin' evil in your ear And a pile of manure fertilizing all your fears We yabba dabba do all the way to Shangri La Here it is with the rock and roll outlaw
Where rock is criminal, criminals rock! Like this.
Hee haw, hee haw, hee haw, hee haw I'm a rock and roll outlaw