| A bad little kid
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| moved into my neighborhood
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| He won't do nothing right
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| just a sitting got to look so good
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| He don't wanna go to school
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| and learn to read and write
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| Just sits around the house and plays
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| that rock and roll music all night
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| Well he put thumb tacks on teacher's chair
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| put chewing gum in little girl's hair
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| Now Junior behave yourself
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| Buys every rock and roll book
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| on the magazine stand
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| Every dime that he gets
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| oh he's off to the jukebox man
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| Well he worries that teacher
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| till at night she's aready to poop
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| From rocking and a rolling
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| spinning in a hula-hoop
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| Well his rock and roll has gotta stop
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| Junior's head is hard as rock
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| Now Junior behave yourself, ow
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| Gonna tell ya mamma
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| you'd better do what she said
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| Get to the barber shop
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| and get that hair cut off your head
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| You shoot the canary
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| and you fed it to the neighbor's cat
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| You have the cocker spaniel
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| a bathing mother's laundromat
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| Well ya mamma said it's gotta stop
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| Junior's head is hard as a rock
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| Now, Junior be have yourself, Ooo |