Well, on my way to the party I decided to go. I picked up my date with a "Go, man, go!" It turned out the party was a high-school dance And I showed up in my zoot-suit pants I was a middle aged – teenager, A middle aged – rug cutter. I'm gonna be hip, if my hip-a don't slip-a.
Well, the band warmed up. Soon the place was alive. Well, I grabbed my partner and begin to jive. All of a sudden, much to my surprise, I started achin' all over and I realized I was a middle aged – teenager, A middle aged – jitter-bagger. I bunny-hopped until my arches flopped.
Well, the dance went on till a quarter o' one. I didn't feel so good, but I sure had fun. I intended to have myself a ball for free, Even though my back was a-killin' me. I was a middle aged – teenager, A middle aged – car stripper. Well, I'm in shock because my roll won't rock.
I was a middle aged – teenager, A middle aged – cotton picker. Well, my back is bent. Pass that liniment.