| D | A | |
| Mama says yes, P | apa says no, |
| D | |
| make up you mind 'cause I gotta go. |
| D | A | |
| I'm gonna raise hell at the U | nion Hall, |
| D | |
| dr | ive myself right over the wall. |
| A | |
| R | ip this joint, gonna save your soul, |
| D | G | D | |
| r | ound and ro | und and ro | und we go. |
| A | |
| R | oll this joint, gonna get down low, |
| D | G | D | |
| s | tart my st | arter, gonna st | op the show. |
| Oh, yeah! |
| D | A | |
| Mister President, Mister Im | migration Man, |
| D | |
| l | et me in, sweetie, to your fair land. |
| A | |
| I'm Tampa bound and Me | mphis too, |
| D | |
| S | hort Fat Fanny is on the loose. |
| A | |
| D | ig that sound on the radio, |
| D | G | D | |
| then s | lip it right acr | oss into Bu | ffalo. |
| A | |
| Dick and Pat in ole D.C., |
| D | G | D | |
| well th | ey're gonna h | old some sh | it for me! |
| D | |
| Ying yang, you're my thing, |
| A | |
| oh, now, baby, won't you hear me sing? |
| D | G | D | |
| Flip F | lop, f | it to drop, |
| A | |
| c | ome on baby, won't you let it rock!? |
| sax solo |
| D | |
| Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! |
| A | |
| From San Jose down to Sa | nta Fe, |
| D | |
| k | iss me quick, baby, won'tcha make my day?! |
| A | |
| Down to New Orleans with the Di | xie Dean, |
| D | |
| 'cross to Dal | las, Texas with the Butter Queen. |
| A | |
| Rip this joint, gonna rip yours too, |
| D | G | D | |
| some bra | nd new st | eps and some w | eight to lose. |
| A | |
| Gonna r | oll this joint, gonna get down low, |
| D | G | D | |
| r | ound and ro | und and ro | und we'll go. |
| D | A | |
| Wham, Bham, Birmingham, Al | abam' don't give a damn. |
| D | G | D | |
| L | ittle Ro | ck f | it to drop. |
| A | |
| Aa | ah, let it rock! |
| sax solo and fade out |
| Great rockin' number! |
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| "Won't you tell me, where have all the good times gone?"| |
| -Ray Davies, 1965 | |
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| "...enjoy a time when rock was still about making music | |
| for fun, not money for corporations." | |
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