Oh, the Gypsy Moth is a mighty high flyer, sailing on an inland sea

You are the object of my desire, the sun and the moon to me

And I believe in love and you know that you keep me from feeling blue

Yeah, you make me happy when everything I do gets me in trouble

But river can rock, river can roll

River can carry you down to the sea

Ramblin' Jack had a woman he loved, but the woman didn't love Jack back

She took his smile, She took his child, She took everything he had

River was the name she used. You know, she kept him so damn confused

She made him unhappy and everything she did got him in trouble

But river could rock, river could roll

River could carry Jack down to the sea

Many long years have come and gone since John F. Kennedy died

I'm not sure but what that man was downright crucified

By the same bad guy's still telling lies, you know they keep us used and abused

They make us unhappy and everything they do gets us in trouble

But river could rock, river could roll

River could carry us down to the sea

The black raccoon by the light of the moon heard the music playing soft and low

And the songs we sang made the nighttime ring, and the raccoon loved the show

He went back and told his friends, "You know them humans who live on the edge of the forest

They all had a party, and man, they really played my kind of music!"

Sang, "river could rock, river could roll

River could carry me down to the sea"

And the Gypsy Moth is a mighty high flyer, sailing on land and sea

You are the object of my desire, the sun and the moon to me

I believe in love and you know that you keep me from feeling blue

And you make me happy, when everything I do gets me in trouble

Everything I do gets me in trouble

Everything I do gets me in trouble