Bad boy

A bad little kid moved into my neighborhood,
He won't do nothin' right just a-sittin' got to look so good.
He don't wanna go to school and learn to read and right,
Just sits around the house and plays that rock-n-roll music all night,
Well he puts thumbtacks on teacher's chair,
put chew'n gum in li'l girl's hair.

Now Junior, behave yourself!

Buys every rock-n-roll book on the magazine stand,
Every dime that he gets, oh is off to the juke box man.
Well he worries his teacher till at she's a-ready to poop,
>From rockin' and a rollin' spinnin' in a hoola hoop,
Well his rock-n-roll has gotta stop, Junior's head is hard as rock.

Now Junior, behave yourself OW!

Gonna tell your mamma you'd better do what she said:
Get to the barber shop and get that hair cut off your head.
You shoot the canary and you fed it to the neighboor's cat,
You gave the cocker spaniel a bath in mother's laundromat.
Well ya mamma said it's gotta stop, Junior's head is hard as rock.

Now Junior, behave yourself