The warden threw a party in the county jail.
The prison band was there and they began to wail.
The band was jumpin' and the joint began to swing.
You should've heard those knocked out jailbirds sing.
Let's rock, everybody, let's rock.
Everybody in the whole cell block
was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock.

Spider Murphy played the tenor saxophone,
Little Joe was blowin' on the slide trombone.
The [bad word] boy from Illinois went crash, boom, bang,
the whole rhythm section was the Purple Gang.
Let's rock, everybody, let's rock.
Everybody in the whole cell block
was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock.

Well, shake it up, baby, now, (shake it up, baby)
Twist and shout. (twist and shout)
C'mon c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, baby, now, [bad word] on [bad word] on and work it on out. (work it on out)

Well, work it on out, (work it on out)
You know you look so good, (look so good)
You know you got me goin', now, (got me goin')
Just like I knew you would. (like I knew you would)

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, baby, now, [bad word] on baby)
Twist and shout. (twist and shout)
Shake it up, baby, now, (shake it up, baby)
Work it on out, (work it on out)

Well, shake it, shake it, shake it, baby, now. (shake it up baby)
Twist and shout. (twist and shout)
Well, shake it, shake it, shake it, baby, now. (shake it up baby)
Well, work it on out, (work it on out)