Jo Jo The Dog Faced Boy

Saturday night at The high school dance
A fella comes in Wearing baggy pants
He starts to sing
Like a wounded hound
And the gals all screamed
And gathered round
Bow wow, bow wow
Jo-Jo, the dog-faced boy
Bow wow, bow wow
Jo-Jo, the dog-faced boy
Eyes bugged out
Through a patch of wool
His face hung down
Like a Boston bull
The gals all clapped
Till their hands were red
The dog-faced boy was
Knocking 'em dead
Played the guitar and
Then hummed two C’s
Then he rolled on the floor
Like a Pekinese
He almost shook
Himself in half
And the gals lined up For his autograph
I wish I had
What Jo-Jo had
Drove the crowd
Stark raving mad
They ripped the clothes
Right off his back
When he roared away
In his Cadillac
Where in the world was
The little Nash Rambler