Rock & Roll Outlaw Clutch

In the north they call us Rebels, in the south they call us Yankees
Because every other sucker's born to do the hokey pokey
With the skillet lickin' time keepers, the grinning reapers
Of a missionary rock star
Oh, you can rock it like Sir Sisyphus but even in it's genesis
It's really quite ridiculous 'Lectric hobo, so now you know
Not to clock the Weeble Wobble hot rod gang
Revelator big bang
You can't hang with the heavinesses hung
Among the houses of the rising tongue, no fun to crack the axle
But it's got to be done because whenever you wobble the weebles
You know that 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 yabbadabbadoo all the way to Shangri-La
Here it is with the rock and roll outlaw
Where rock is criminal, criminals rock
Where rock is criminal, the criminals they rock
Where rock is criminal, criminals rock like this
I'm a rock and roll outlaw
Oh, you can rock it like Sir Sisyphus but even in it's genesis
It's really quite ridiculous 'Lectric hobo, so now you know
Not to clock the Weeble Wobble hot rod gang
Revelator big bang
I'm a rock and roll outlaw