Had to make do with a worn out rock and roll scene

The old bop is gettin' tired, need a rest, well, you know what I mean

Fifty eight, that was great, but it's over now and that's all

Somethin' harder's coming up, gonna really knock a hole in the wall

Gonna hit ya, grab you hard, make you feel ten feet tall

Well, I hope this baby's gonna come along soon

You don't know it could happen any ol' rainy afternoon

With the temperature down and the juke box blowin' no fuse

And my musical life's feelin' like a long Sunday School cruise

And you know there's one thing every single body could use

Yeah, listen to me, baby

Let me tell you what it's all about

Get you high heeled guitar, boots, and some groovy clothes

Get a hair piece on your chest and a ring through your nose

Find a nice little man who says he's gonna make you a real big star

Stars in your eyes and ants in your pants, think you should go far

Everybody in this bum sucking world, gonna know just who you are

Look out