We-hell-I see them every night in tight blue jeans—
In the pages of a blue boy magazine
Hey I’ve been thinking of a new sensation
I’m picking up—good vibration—
Oop—she bop—
Do I wanna go out with a lion’s roar
Huh, yea, I wanna go south n get me some more
Hey, they say that a stitch in time saves nine
They say I better stop—or I’ll go blind
Oop—she bop—she bop
She bop—he bop—a—we bop
I bop—you bop—a—they bop
Be bop—be bop—a—lu—she bop,
I hope He will understand
She bop—he bop—a—we bop
I bop—you bop—a—they bop
Be bop—be bop—a—lu—she bop,
Oo—oo—she—do—she bop—she bop
(whistle along here)…
Hey, hey—they say I better get a chaperone
Because I can’t stop messin’ with the danger zone
No, I won’t worry, and I won’t fret—
Ain’t no law against it yet—
Oop—she bop—she bop—
She bop—he bop—we bop…