Lyrics:

Wakin up feelin good and limberWhen the telephone it ringWas a bad man from californiaTellin of a stone he'd bringA
nd of better daysFrom this town, we'd escapeIf we holler loud and make our wayWe'd all live one big holidaySo we listened a
nd up the riverAnd recorded all the soundsWas some shakin and some record playinAll the leather kids were loud