Alley Oop
(Oop-oop, oop, oop-oop)
(Alley-oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)
There's a man in the funny papers we all know
(Alley-oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)
He lives 'way back a long time ago
(Alley-oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)
He don't eat nothin' but a bear cat stew
(Alley-oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)
Well, this cat's name is-a Alley-oop
(Alley-oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)
He got a chauffeur that's a genuwine dinosawruh
(Alley-oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)
And he can knuckle your head before you can count to fawruh
(Alley-oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)
He got a big ugly club and a head fullah hairuh
(Alley-oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)
Like great big lions and grizzly bearuhs
(Alley-oop) He's the toughest man there is alive
(Alley-oop) Wearin' clothes from a wildcat's hide
(Alley-oop) He's the king of the jungle jive
(Look at that cave man go!!) (SCREAM)
--Dallas Frazier (songwriter 1957), The Hollywood Argyles, Alley-Oop, 1960