Here’s my story it’s sad but true
It’s about a girl that I once knew
She took my love, then ran around
With every single guy in town
I was always driving home
All the boys in town
But they never telephoned
Get me out of here
Who’ll go Waltzing Matilda with me?
So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
And they sent me away to the war
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
War, huh yeah
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing, oh hoh, oh
This ain’t no party, this ain’t no disco,
this ain’t no fooling around
No time for dancing, or lovey dovey,
I ain’t got time for that now
Don’t try to take me to a disco
You’ll never even get me out on the floor
In ten minutes I’ll be late for the door
I like that old time rock and roll
Now these fine ladies, they had a plan
They was out to meet the boys in the band
They said, “Come on dudes, let’s get it on!”
And we proceeded to tear that hotel down
All of a sudden I began to change
I was on the dance floor acting strange
Flapping my arms I began to cluck
Look at me…
I’m the disco duck
I’m a little white duck floating on the water.
I’m a little white duck doing what I oughter.
Shame, shame, shame on you babe
Shame, shame, shame on you babe
Ooh, blame it on midnight
Ooh, shame on the moon
3 dimes down and twenty-five cents short
of a slice of the Double-Mint Twins
Come back Baby, Rock N Roll never forgets
Feeling like I ought to sleep
Spinning room is sinking deep
Searching for something to say
Waiting for the break of day
25 or 6 to 4
Workin’ 9 to 5, what a way to make a livin’
Barely gettin’ by, it’s all takin’ and no givin’
They just use your mind and they never give you credit
It’s enough to drive you crazy if you let it
You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on
Got those swollen hand blues
I’ve got thirteen channels of shit on the T.V. to choose from
Hey, you all prepare yourself for the Rubberband Man
You’ve never heard a sound like the Rubberband Man
You’re bound to lose control when the Rubberband starts to jam
We’re jamming (jamming, jamming, jamming)
And Jamdown hope you’re jamming too
Jah knows how much I’ve tried
The truth I cannot hide
I’m a Citizen for Boysenberry Jam fan.