"The sad sack was a sittin? on a block of stone
Way over in the corner weepin? all alone.
The warden said, hey, buddy, don?t you be no square.
If you can?t find a partner use a wooden chair.
Let?s rock, everybody, let?s rock.
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin? to the jailhouse rock."
Let's get 'em!