One, two, three O’clock,
four O’clock rock
Five, six, seven O’clock,
Eight O’clock rock
Nine, ten, eleven O’clock,
twelve O’clock rock
We’re gonna rock around
the clock tonight

Put your glad rags on,
join me hon
We’ll have some fun
when the clock strikes one
We’re gonna rock around
the clock tonight
We’re gonna rock, rock, rock
‘til broad daylight
Gonna rock, gonna rock
around the clock tonight

When the clock strikes
five, six and seven
Rock on up to seventh heaven
Gonna rock around
that clock tonight
We’re gonna rock, rock, rock
‘til broad daylight
Gonna rock, gonna rock
 around the clock tonight

You ain’t nothing but a hound dog
Crying all the time
You ain’t nothing but a hound dog
Crying all the time
Well you ain’t never caught a rabbit
So you ain’t no friend of mine
Well they said you were high class
That was just a lie
But they said you were high class
That was just a lie
Well you ain’t never caught a rabbit
So you ain’t no friend of mine

If everybody had an ocean
across the USA
Then everybody’d be surfin’
like Californ-i-a
You’d see em wearing their baggies
Huarachi sandals too
A bushy bushy blonde hairdo
Surfin’ USA

You catch em surfin’ at Del Mar
Ventura County line
Santa Cruz and Trestles
Australia’s doing fine
All over Manhattan
And down Doheny way
Everybody’s gone surfin’
Surfin’ USA
Yeah, everybody’s gone surfin’
Surfin’ USA

I remember when rock was young
Me and Susie had so much fun
Holding hands and skipping stones
Had an old dark Chevy
and a place of my own
But the biggest kick I ever got
Was doing a thing called
the crocodile rock
While the other kids
were rocking round the clock
We were hopping and
bopping to the crocodile rock
Well crocodile rocking
is something shocking
When your feet just can’t keep still
I never knew me a better
 time and I guess I never will
Oh, pretty mama, those Friday nights
When Susie wore her dresses tight
And crocodile rocking is out of sight

Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

I’ve got a pocket full of quarters
and I’m heading to the arcade
I don’t have a lot of money
but I’m bringing everything I made
I’ve got callous on my fingers,
my shoulders are hurting too
Oh, oh I’m gonna eat ‘em all up
just as soon as they turn blue

I’ve got the pac man fever
It’s driving me crazy
I’ve got the pac man fever
I’m going out of my mind

I’ve got all the patterns down
Up until the ninth key
I’ve got a speedy on my tail
and I know it’s either him or me
So I’m heading out the backdoor
and through the other side
I’m gonna eat the cherries up
And take ‘em all for a ride

I’ve got the pac man fever
It’s driving me crazy
I’ve got the pac man fever
I’m going out of my mind
I’ve got the pac man fever
I’m going out of my mind
I’ve got the pac man fever

Oh well, oh well
I feel so good today
Well we just touched ground
on an International runway
I got propelled back home
from overseas to the USA

New York, Los Angeles
oh how I yearn for you
Oh Detroit, Chicago,
Chattanooga, Baton Rouge
Let alone just to be at the home
back in old St Lou
Well I’m so glad we’re
living in the USA
Oh yeah, I’m so glad
we’re living in the USA
Anything  you want
You got it right here in the USA
Oh yeah