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

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

Oh, little Rachel, oh

Oh, little Rachel, oh

Oh, little Rachel, oh

Oh, little Rachel, oh

What you feel, that ain't no jive

The get down sound makes you feel alive

Oh, little Rachel, oh

Oh, little Rachel, oh

Oh, little Rachel, oh

Oh, little Rachel, oh

Push it, little Rachel, push it

Pull it, little Rachel, pull it

Pull it, little Rachel, pull it

Pull it, little Rachel, pull it