The Woodland Bop

Everybody's doing the Woodland Bop Once you start you will find it hard to stop. In the hallowed morning See her in the moon-white Streaking across the skies In the evening dusk dunes See her like a sun bird Streaking across the skies There's a man on the corner Got his head in his hat He dances like a gypsy So he must be where it's at. Do the rock Do the woodland rock Let it all hang out, Everybody shout, Do the rock - do the woodland rock. The wind is the thing That makes the body swing It brings you up and takes you down And treats you like a king