I could really get off being in your shoes,
I used to be stone sold on rhythm and blues,
I heard of a place at the back of town
Where you really kick shit when the sun goes down.
I really got buzzed when your sister said –
«Throw away them records ‘cause the blues is dead
Let me take you honey where the scene's on fire,»
And tonight I learned for certain that the blues expired.
Oh, your sister can't twist, but she can rock and roll,
Out-bucks the broncos in the rodeo-do,
She's only sixteen but it's plain to see
She can pull the wool over little old me;
Your sister can't twist, but she can rock and roll,
Your sister can't twist, but she got more soul than me.
Somebody help me ‘cause the bug bit me,
Now I'm in heaven with the aching feet,
But I'll be back tonight where the music plays
And your sister rocks all my blues away.