Words & Music by Marc Bolan
Recorded by T.Rex, 1971
There's a man on the corner,
Got his head in his hat.
He dances like a gypsy,
So he must be where it's at.
Do the rock.
Do the woodland rock.
Let it all hang out,
Everybody shout,
Do the rock - do the woodland rock.
The wind is the thing,
That makes the body swing,
It brings you up and takes you down
And treats you like a king.
Do the rock.
Do the woodland rock.
Let it all hang out,
Everybody shout,
Do the rock - do the woodland rock.
Met a little momma,
She was sweet, she was gone,
She's got legs like a railroad,
Face like a song.
Do the rock.
Do the woodland rock.
Let it all hang out,
Everybody shout,
Do the rock - do the woodland rock.
Oh yeah.
Ohhh.
Wind is in the willows,
My house is up a tree,
The seas of change are flowing,
I want everybody free.
To do the rock - do the woodland rock.
Let it all hang out,
Everybody shout,
Do the rock - do the woodland rock.
Met a little momma,
She was sweet, she was gone,
She's got legs like a railroad,
Face like a song.
Do the rock.
Do the woodland rock.
Let it all hang out,
Everybody shout,
Do the rock - do the woodland rock.
Ally bally bash bam,
Rock-a-billy boom.
Do the rock.
Do the woodland rock,
Let it all hang out,
Everybody shout,
Do the rock - do the woodland rock.
Oh yeah.
Let it all hang out,
Everybody shout,
Do the rock - do the woodland rock.
Oh yeah.
Ally bally bash bam,
Rock-a-billy boom
Writer(s): Marc Bolan
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