In the North, they call us rebels In the South, they call us yankees Because every other suckers born to do the hokey-pokey With 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