Rock N Roll Outlaw

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