We do lots of lovin’ in Muskogee
We ain’t never heard of pitchin’ woo
We don’t shoot that deadly marijuana
We get drunk like God wants us to do
And I’m proud to be an okie from Muskogee
A place where even squares can have a ball
We still wave old glory down at the courthouse
And white lightnin’s still the biggest thrill of all
We know we belong to the land
And the land we belong to is grand!
And when we say
Yeeow! Ayipioeeay!
We’re only sayin’
You’re doin’ fine, Oklahoma!
Oklahoma O.K.
They ain’t no different up in Oklahoma,
They ain’t afraid to stay up til dawn
They love to cut a rug & chug-a-lug…
Long-necks til your money runs out…
Well I never been to heaven
But I been to Oklahoma
Well they tell me I was born there
But I really don’t remember
Do you remember, back in the fall?
We’d be together all day long
Do you remember us holding hands?
In each other’s eyes, we’d stare
Tell me
Do you remember the time?
When we fell in love
Do you remember the time?
When we first met, girl
Do you remember the time?
(Oh, I)
When we fell in love
Do you remember the time?
I remember when Rock was young,
Me and Susie had so much fun…
It’s been a long time since I rock and rolled
It’s been a long time since I did the Stroll
Oh let me get it back let me get it back
Let me get it back baby where I come from
I’m tired of magazines
Sayin’ flat butts are the thing
Take the average black man and ask him that
She gotta pack much back
So, fellas (yeah) Fellas (yeah)
Has your girlfriend got the butt? (hell yeah)
Tell 'em to shake it (shake it) shake it (shake it)
Shake that healthy butt
Baby got back (L.A. fits with the Oakland booty)
Girls hit your hallelujah (whoo)
'Cause uptown funk gonna give it to ya…
I’m gonna try for an uptown girl,
She’s been living in her white bread world,
As long as anyone with hot blood can,
And now she’s looking for a downtown man,
That’s what I am.
When you’re alone and life is making you lonely
You can always go downtown
When you’ve got worries, all the noise and the hurry
Seems to help, I know, downtown
Cum on feel the noize
Girls rock your boys
We get wild, wild, wild
Wild, wild, wild
Well, we found a little place that really didn’t look half bad
I had a whisky on the rocks
And change of a dollar for the jukebox
Well, I put the cold rock into that can
But all they played was disco, man
Come on, baby, baby, let’s get out of here right away
We’re gonna rock this town
Rock it inside out
We’re gonna rock this town
Make’em scream and shout
Let’s rock, rock, rock, man, rock
We’re gonna rock till you pop
We’re gonna rock till you drop
We’re gonna rock this town
Rock it inside out
R.O.C.K. in the U.S.A.
R.O.C.K. in the U.S.A.
R.O.C.K. in the U.S.A., Yeah, Yeah!
Rockin’ in the U.S.A.
Come Friday noon
Bout a half past three
(High school U.S.A.)
I drop my books and my misery
(High school U.S.A.)
Stroll up and down
Through the soda shop
(High school U.S.A.)
Drop a coin in the old jukebox
(High school U.S.A.)
Baby don’t blow it,
Don’t put my good advice to shame!
Baby you know it,
Even dear Abby’d say the same!
Now I’ve called the shot,
Get off the pot,
I really gotta fly,
Gotta be going to that malt shop in the sky.
Beauty school dropout
(Beauty school dropout)
Go back to high school
Beauty school dropout
(Beauty school dropout)
Go back to high school
Well the girls out there knock me out, you know
Rock, rock, rock ‘n’ roll high school
Cruisin’ around in my GTO
Rock, rock, rock ‘n’ roll high school
Who is to blame in one country
Never can get to the one
Dealin’ in multiplication
And they still can’t feed everyone, oh no
We gonna rock down to Electric Avenue
And then we’ll take it higher
Don’t want to lose it
(It’s electric
Boogie woogie, woogie)
But you can’t choose it
(It’s electric
Boogie woogie, woogie)
But you know it’s there,
Here, there and everywhere
I’ve got to move,
Come let me take you on a party ride
And I’ll teach you, teach you, teach you
I’ll teach you the electric slide
He was a famous trumpet man from out Chicago way.
He had a boogie style that no one else could play.
He was the top man at his craft,
But then his number came up and he was gone with the draft.
He’s in the army now. A blowin’ reveille.
He’s the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B.