Lyrics:

Wakin' up, feelin', good and limber
When the telephone, it ring
Was a bad man from California
Tellin' of a stone he'd bring

And of, better days
From this town, we'd escape
If we, holler loud, and make our way
We'd all live, One Big Holiday

So we listened , up the river
And recorded all the sounds
Was some shakin' some, record playin'
All the leather kids were loud