| I was a city child with a dead end smile |
| And a worm’s eye point of view |
| Oh, I knew my way, I was a backstreet stray |
| And I had my eyes on you |
| Now I got this friend and he’s a screwdriver, jiver |
| You know, some kinda automo-beat on the street |
| And he has converted me to rock 'n' roll |
| I just wanna dance to |
| Honaloochie boogie, yeah |
| Now get in time, don’t worry 'bout the shirt shine |
| Honaloochie boogie, yeah |
| You sure started somethin' |
| Now my hair gets longer as the beat gets stronger |
| Wanna tell Chuck Berry, my news, oh, yeah |
| I get my kicks outta guitar licks |
| And I’ve sold my steel toed shoes |
| Now I got this friend and he’s a spider west sider |
| You know, he’s hung up on a protection, rejection thing |
| But I have made him see the light |
| He just wanna dance to |
| Honaloochie boogie, yeah |
| Get in time, don’t worry 'bout the shirt shine |
| Honaloochie boogie, yeah |
| You sure started somethin' |
| Honaloochie boogie, yeah |
| Now get in time, don’t worry 'bout the shirt shine |
| Honaloochie boogie, yeah |
| You sure started somethin' |
| Honaloochie boogie, yeah |
| Get in time, don’t worry 'bout the shirt shine |
| Honaloochie boogie, yeah |
| You sure started somethin' |
| Honaloochie boogie, yeah |
| Get in time, don’t worry 'bout the shirt shine |
| Honaloochie boogie, yeah |
| You sure started somethin' |