Lyrics

Down in Macon, Georgia
Up on Pleasant Hill
A cradle started to rock
A baby couldn’t keep still

Pretty soon he was singin’
In a gospel choir
Little did they know back then
He’d set the world on fire

He’ll cause a commotion when he comes around
Raise the roof, make your heart pound
Roll up the rug when you hear his sound
Like the big bad wolf he’s gonna blow your house down

At the age of fourteen
He went out on the road
A live stick of dynamite
About to explode

He could play the piano
Just like bangin’ a drum
He could take you on ride
From here to Kingdom Come

“Good Golly, Miss Molly”
Raise your cup
Tell your friend Lucille
We’re gonna rip it up