Everybody Rock

Well, down in New Orleans on a back alley street

Everybody goes for the boogie woogie beat

Everywhere you go they really swing

But it knocks them out to hear the guitar man

Now, if you go down, be sure and dig

The place to go is called Greasy Pig

On Saturday night, around three or four

Everybody rocks when the sax man blow

Everybody goes there from near and far

Just like they do during the Mardi Gras

Everything is good when it gets real late

The piano man plays the eighty-eight

Everybody blow

Everybody blow

Boy, we gon' walk tonight

Now, just before day, they like to swing

They all rock and roll when the bass man playin'

But when they get their kicks, you can see

They all crack up from the drummer's beat