Hell, hell is for
Hell, hell is for
Hell, hell is for children
Now your dancing child with his Chinese suit
He spoke to me, I took his flute
No, I wasn’t very cute to him, was I?
Clean shirt, new shoes
And I don’t know where I am goin’ to
Silk suit, black tie
I don’t need a reason why
Who cares if you’re so poor you can’t afford
To buy a pair of Mod A Go-Go stretch-elastic pants . . .
THERE WILL COME A TIME WHEN YOU CAN EVEN
TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF WHEN YOU DANCE
High hats and Arrow collars,
white spats and lots of dollars
Spending every dime
for a wonderful time
You are a dancing queen.
Oh, tiptoe from the garden
By the garden of the willow tree
And tiptoe through the tulips with me
Garden party held today
Invites call the debs to play
Social climbers polish ladders
Wayward sons again have fathers
I decided to improve my social station, so I joined a fraternity organisation
Tucked in my shirt, signed on the line, right away they set about to improve my mind
The car I drove, the books I read, the food I ate, the booze I drank, the girls I took out
My breath
And the sign said “Long-haired freaky people need not apply”
So I tucked my hair up under my hat and I went in to ask him why
He said “You look like a fine upstanding young man, I think you’ll do”
So I took off my hat, I said “Imagine that. Huh! Me workin’ for you!”
Take this job and shove it
I ain’t working here no more
I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more
Wake up Maggie I think I got something to say to you
Wake up little Susie and weep
The movie’s over, it’s four O’clock
And we’re in trouble deep
Wake, awake, for night is flying;
the watchmen on the heights are crying:
awake, Jerusalem, at last!
Oh, John, Oh John, now what did you say
Walking in Jerusalem, just like John
I’ll meet you there at the break of day
Walking in Jerusalem, just like John
Who’s that writin’, John the Revelator
Tell me who’s that writin’, John the Revelator
Well who’s that writin’, John the Revelator
Wrote the book of the seven seals
Dear Sir or Madam, will you read my book?
It took me years to write, will you take a look?
No more pencils
No more books
No more teacher’s dirty looks
I found my locker and I found my classes
Lost my lunch and I broke my glasses,
That guy is huge! That girl is wailin’!
First day of school and I’m already failing.