(Gggggggggggggggg da da da-da-da-da!)

My girl baby sits for someone on her block
Then [bad word] up to join her and we start to rock
The baby hears the beat and man it is a shock
When he goes (ggggggggggggg-ggggggggggggg)

rockin type a boogie is the kind a song
That makes this little baby wanna sing along
And though he maybe gets the tune a little wrong
He still goes ('boogie-on-na-day)

He isn't too young to really feel the beat
I say he rocks back and forth in his little seat
He claps both his hands and he taps his feet
And he sings (doo-doo-da-da-da-da-da)

He is a hully gully bouncin' baby boy
You know the record player is his favorite toy
And don't forget he's eveybody's pride and joy
When he goes (aah-ooo-ah-he-he)

Ye-e-e-a-ah [bad word] Break)

(Bal-a-ber-bal-a-ba-ba)

I know there isn't anyone to take a bet
But surely he's the youngest teenager yet
And probably the hippist of the diaper set
Cause he goes (go man, I like that!)

He strolls in his stroller with the radio on
He doesn't go to sleep until the musics gone
He imitates the singer in the group (With a low-down voice)
(Low down, dug-a-dug-a)

And when it's time to tuck him in his little bed
With all that [bad word]  through his sleepy head
The little fella doesn't say goodnight, instead, he says
(Boog-ooo, boog-ooo, boog-ooo, aaaaaaaaaaawl gone!)