(With John Fogerty)
There was an old woman
That lived in a shoe
She had so many children
She didn't know what to do
They were doing all right
Till she took them to town
The kids started picking them up
And putting them down
All your children wanna rock, mama
All your children want to roll
They wanna roll, wanna rock
Wanna bop till they pop
All your children want to rock
We're not trying
To live too fast
We might as well
Try to live in class
We better move out
Before the rent comes due
Cause we wanna live
In a blue suede shoe
All your children want to rock, mama
All your children want to rock
We wanna roll, wanna rock
Wanna bop till they pop
All your children want to rock
Well, every night
When it's quiet and still
You can hear it echoing
Through the hill
To a blue suede shoe
On a mountain top
All of mama's children
Are doing the bop
All your children want to rock, mama
All your children want to roll
They wanna roll, wanna rock
Wanna bop till they pop
All your children want to rock
Well, all your children want to rock, mama
All your children want to roll
They wanna roll, wanna rock
Wanna bop till they pop
All your children want to rock