Well, let's make like a tree and leave
Well, let's make like a storm and blow
Now let's play like a chicken and fly this coop
Let's make like rock 'n' roll

Took my baby to a ball
Hadn't been there long at all
She turned to me and then she said
Well let's blow this joint, the music's dead

We've been here for quite a while
Long-hair music cramps my style
It's the deadest place that I been in
And what's that thing called a violin

You said that the music was fine
We would have a rockin' time
All I've heard since I arrived
Is the stuff they played when gramps was alive