Granmaw rockin' in her rockin' chair Puttin' pin curlers in her old gray hair I says, granny how's your rheumatis' She said, son don't you know what day this is? That rheumatis' has gotta be all right 'Cause I'm rockin' and rollin' on a Saturday night She's got a date with farmer Gray He's eighty-five, if he's a-day Fat, bow-legged and muscle-bound But he's the rockingest rollingest man in town With his red flannel underwear shrinkin' up tight Rockin' and rollin' on a Saturday night Rock, rock, boot heels are wackin' Rock, rock, false teeth a-crackin' Rock, rock, toupee a-flappin' Rock, rock, anything can happen I hope granny's bustle is tied on tight When she's rockin' and rollin' on a Saturday night Work all week from sun to sun Saturday night if the work ain't done It's just too bad, but I can't wait Hitch up the mule, 'cause I got a date Tell the boss to go fly a kite 'Cause I'm rockin' and rollin' on a Saturday night We pass a joint that jumpin' with jive Old mule starts to come alive Flips his tail, says holy gee! And he sits right down on a whiffletree The whiffletree snapped and hit him in the rump And we all wind up a straddled up a stump A hot time in the old home town When granmaw kicked the stovepipe down Old man Gray says, turn down the wick Dig that gal, she's a real gone chick Razmataz, she's dynamite When she's rockin' and rollin' on a Saturday night Rock, rock, rooty-toot-tooty Rock, rock, sweet tutti-frutti Rock, rock, apple pandowdy Rock, rock, howdy man howdy! Rampetamp-tampi-and-a-poodle-dee -dight Rockin' and rollin' on a Saturday night