In the North, they call us rebels

In the South, they call us yankees

Because every other suckers born to do the hokey-pokeyWith the skillet lickin′ timekeepers

The grinnin' reapers of a missionary rock star

And you can rock it like Sir Sisyphus, but even in its genesis

It′s really quite ridiculous

'Lectro hobo, so now you know

Not to clock the weeble wobble Hot Rod Gang

Revelatory big bang

You can't hang with the heaviness hung

Among the houses of the rising tongue

It′s 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 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

Oh-e-oh, e-oh, e-oh, e-oh

I′m a rock 'n′ roll outlaw

E-oh, e-oh, e-oh, e-oh

Yeah

So you can rock it like Sir Sisyphus, but even in its genesis

It's really quite ridiculous

'Lectro hobo, so now you know

Not to clock the weeble wobble Hot Rod Gang

Yeah, yeah

Oh-e-oh, e-oh, e-oh, e-oh

I′m a rock ′n' roll outlaw

E-oh, e-oh, e-oh, e-oh