A bad little kid moved into my neighborhood. He's a bad boy. He won't do nothing right. His report card don't look so good. He's a bad boy. He don't want to go to school and learn to read and write. He's a bad boy. He doesn't sit around the house and play that rock and roll music all night. He's a bad boy. He put some tax in his teacher's chair, put you in government little girl's hair. Now Junior, behave yourself. He buy every rock and roll book on the magazine stand. He's a bad boy. Every dime that he gets, he's off to the jukebox, man. He's a bad boy. He worry his teacher till the night she's ready to poop. He's a bad boy. Rockin' and rollin', spinnin' in the hula hoop. Bad boy. He's rockin' and rollin', gotta stop. Junior's head is on his rock. Now Junior, behave yourself. I'm gonna tell your mama, you better do what she said. Bad boy. Go to the farmer's shop and get that hair cut off your head. Bad boy. He took his pecunary and he fed him to the neighbor's cat. He's a bad boy. He gave the cock a spaniel bath in his mother's laundromat. He's a bad boy. He's tryin' to mess, he's gotta stop. Junior's head is on his rock. Now Junior, behave yourself.