There's a girl in Texas I've been told
That has a hold on the rock 'n' roll
Back down in old New Orleans
They say they seen that cajun queen
But out in old San Francisco
There's a girl that can really go
She rocks the boogie, she bops the blues
Ain't a thing that gal can't do
While boppin' the rock, while a-boppin' the rock
Oh, she rocks the boogie and she bops the rock
And when she gets started, she just can't stop
Bop-bop-bop-bop-bop-boppin' the rock
Boppin' the rock

Down by the lights of the Frisco Bay
You can see her twist and you watch her sway
A-boppin' the rock, boppin' the rock
Oh, she shouts 'n blows, but there you'll see
A perfect form and that's hard to beat
Boppin' the rock, boppin' the rock
She got more movement than a hayday clock
While a-boppin' the rock

Oh, she rocks the boogie, she bops the blues
There ain't a thing that gal can't do
While boppin' the rock, while a-boppin' the rock
She got more movement than a hayday clock
A-boppin' the rock

Oh, she rocks the boogie, she bops the blues
There ain't a thing that gal can't do
While boppin' the rock, while a-boppin' the rock
She got that long dark curly hair
And the moves she makes just any-ole-where
A-boppin' the rock, a-boppin' the rock
She twists and shakes like you never seen
She's the real barndance queen
A-boppin' the rock, a-boppin' the rock
With su-purdy legs and dimpled knees
She's killer-made as you can see