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Saturday night at the high school dance
A fella comes in wearing baggy pants
He starts to sing like a wounded hound
And the gals all screamed
And gathered round
Bow wow, bow wow
Jo-Jo, the dog-faced boy
Bow wow, bow wow
Jo-Jo, the dog-faced boy
Eyes bugged out
Through a patch of wool
His face hung down
Like a Boston bull
The gals all clapped till their hands were red
The dog-faced boy was knocking 'em dead
Bow wow, bow wow
Jo-Jo, the dog-faced boy
Bow wow, bow wow
Jo-Jo, the dog-faced boy
Played the guitar
And then hummed two C's
Then he rolled on the floor like a Pekinese
He almost shook himself in half
And the gals lined up for his autograph
Wham!
Bow wow, bow wow
Jo-Jo, the dog-faced boy
Bow wow, bow wow
Jo-Jo, the dog-faced boy
I wish I had what Jo-Jo had
He drove the crowd
Stark raving mad
They ripped the clothes right off his back
When he roared away in his Cadillac
Where in the world was the little Nash Rambler
Bow wow, bow wow
Jo-Jo, the dog-faced boy
Bow wow, bow wow
Jo-Jo, the dog-faced boy
Bow wow, bow wow
Jo-Jo, the dog-faced boy
Bow wow, bow wow
Jo-Jo, the dog-faced boy
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