Robin hood and Johnny B Good
Went to the moon for a loon
When they were their they lost their hair, odd really.

'Neath a strange star when the earth was young,
A sound was given to the chosen ones.
On a hill clouded in grey was hurded to dawn,
This wonderous lake.
A-wop-bop-a-loo-a, a lop-bam-bum
Hang it out babies and have some fun
Beatles, stones and wrecks and all,
Keep on rockin' at the Union Hall, yeah!