Red Neck Jump

Well you can blow it all if you want to
Then let it hang so low and loose
You're sittin' there diggin' that rock-roll music
Suckin' up all that juice

Yeah all you easy riders better come on over
You can wear your sunday hops
It can't be beat with no shoes on your feet
Stompin' at the red neck jump

Yeah we call over the national guard, but you know it that they cheat at cards
Well I don't reckon that means much to you
But the pianist is a freaker too (Freak on! oh yeah)

Come lay it down if you want to
Wrap it up and take it away
You can have a picture of Lana Turner even though she'd get away

Well mama's in the kitchen cookin' special seed cake
You like your sugar served in lumps?
You know it can't be beat with no your shoes on your feet
Stompin' at the red neck jump

Hang it hang out hang it all about oh man oh yes
Oh Lord goin' in stompin' ah yeah
Red neck stompin' ah yeah Yeah...