I'm a porter and a night clerk at the old Hot Rod Hotel. I clean and scrub the lobby down and thirty-one rooms as well. I wax and shine their boots and shoes.
Hoodoo Voodoo, seven twenty one two. Haystacka hostacka, A be see. High poker, low joker, ninety nine a zero. Sidewalk, streetcar, dance a goofy dance.
I can see the kitchen light. From the road where I park my bike. But it's dark there as it often is these days. And the gloomy living room. Really needs a dust and a broom.
Help save the youth of America. Help save them from themselves. Help save the sun-tanned surfer boys. And the Californian girls. . When the lights go out in the rest of the World.