| In The North They Call Us Rebels,
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| In The South They Call Us Yankees,
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| Because Every Other Sucker’s Born To Do The Hokey Pokey
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| With The Skillet Lickin' Time Keepers,
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| The Grinning Reapers
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| Of A Missionary Rock Star.
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| You Can Rock It Like Sir Sisyphus,
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| But Even In It’s Genesis
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| It’s Really Quite Ridiculous,
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| 'Lectric Hobo, So Now You Know
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| Not To Clock The Weeble Wobble Hot Rod Gang,
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| Revelator Big Bang.
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| You Can’t Hang With The Heavinesses Hung
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| Among The Houses Of The Rising Tongue.
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| No Fun To Crack The Axle,
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| But It’s Got To Be Done
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| Beaus Whenever You Wobble The Weebles
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| You Know That They Get Ticked Off.
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| And In The Season Of Boll-Weevil Speaking Evil In Your Ear,
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| And A Pile Of Manure Fertilizing All Your Fears,
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| We Yabbadabbadoo All The Way To Shangri-La.
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| Here It Is With The Rock And Roll Outlaw.
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| Where Rock Is Criminal, Criminals Rock.
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| Where Rock Is Criminal, They Rock Like This.
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| Where Rock Is Criminal, Criminals Rock.
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| Where Rock Is Criminal, They Rock Like This.
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| Hee Haw, Hee Haw, Hee Haw, Hee Haw,
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| I’m A Rock And Roll Outlaw. |
| Where Rock Is Criminal, Criminals Rock.
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| Where Rock Is Criminal, They Rock Like This. |