Little Rachel

You don't need no high I.Q.

To get right down and sing the blues.

If you're down, here's what to do;

Me and my guitar will sing for you.

R: Oh, little Rachel, oh.

Oh, little Rachel, oh.

Oh, little Rachel, oh.

Oh, little Rachel, oh.

I got a box and an old whisk broom.

We gonna rock around the room.

When my guitar plays this tune,

We gonna dance to the light of the moon.

R: Oh, little...

What you feel, that ain't no jive.

The get down sound makes you feel alive.

R: Oh, little...

Push it, little Rachel, push it.

Push it, little Rachel, push it.

Pull it, little Rachel, pull it.

Pull it, little Rachel, pull it.