Looks like wolfz never found them. I did, at http://www.top40db.net/Lyrics/?SongID=61160

MORE MONEY FOR YOU AND ME
The Four Preps

First we have the Fleetwoods, a very successful group.
Let's send them to Alaska to entertain our troops.
When they start in a-singin' and puttin' on their show,
The temperature around them will be forty-five below.

Wo-wo-wo, I'm Mister Blue, when I say I'm freezin',
Just turn around, head for the warmth of town.
I'm freezin' through and through.
Call me Mister Blue.

Next the Hollywood Argyles, a mighty nice group of kids.
We'd like to send them roving on a downhill pair of skids.

There's a group that we heard of that's-a awful hip.
(Alley Oop-oop, oop, oop-oop.)
We'd kinda like to send them on a little trip.
(Alley Oop-oop, oop, oop-oop.)
Where they oughta go, we cannot tell,
(Alley Oop-oop, oop, oop-oop.)
But it's awful hot, and it rhymes with "swell."
California?

And while they're down there working, they won't be all alone.
They'll run into another group that's even hot back home.

They asked me how I knew
Our career was through
Oh, woah, I of course replied
Something here inside
Cannot be denied.
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-wah
Smoke gets in your ... eyes.

Next we have the Freshmen, a group that rates a cheer
Of course, they've been Four Freshmen for almost twenty years
It isn't that they're stupid. Well, a little may be so.
They can't afford to graduate. They're making too much dough.

In this whole wide world
Is there nowhere to send them?
Is there no one place
We can tell them to go?

Sailing, sailing, over the water blue.
Hail to the Kingston Trio, Cuba's calling you-ou-ou-ou...

It takes a worried man to sing a worried song.
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song.
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song.
I'm-a worried now, but I won't be worried long.

We got the Kingston Trio some work on Cuba's shores.
They hung around Havana to do a few encores.
Castro said "I like 'em. Let's hang 'em up some more."
Now he has all three,
Hangin' permanently.

Hang down the Kingston Trio.
Hang 'em from a tall oak tree.
Eliminate the Kingston Trio.
More money for you and me.

Dion and the Belmonts are driving us to tears.
Let's send them up the river for about a thousand years.
While the kids are watching Dion singing about the stars,
The Belmonts are out in the parking lot stealing hubcaps off of cars.

Each time I steal a hubcap, it almost breaks my heart.
Why do I steal hubcaps? Why did I have to start?
Each night I ask the stars without fail:
Why must I be a teenager in jail?

Where these groups all come from, we really do not know,
But if they ever ask us we will tell them where to go!