Lyrics: Dead Milkmen. In Praise Of Sha Na Na.

Sha Na Na, Sha Na Na Na
Sha Na Na Na Na
Sha Na Na, Sha Na Na
Sha Na Na Na Na

Sha Na Na were the kings of Woodstock
You know, it's true deep in your heart
Greasy guys in gold lame
If only Hendrix had been so smart

Pete Townshend wouldn't be so deaf
If he followed Sha Na Na's advice
And played fifties doo-wop songs that
Even your mom would think are nice

Keith and Janis went away
But Sha Na Na is here to stay
I don't care about Joan Baez
Sha Na Na can wear my fez
At least it rhymes

Sha Na Na, Sha Na Na Na
Sha Na Na Na Na
Sha Na Na, Sha Na Na
Sha Na Na Na Na

Sha Na Na were the kings of the sixties
Deep in your heart you know it's true
All those kids at Berkeley dressed like bowser
They didn't like the stones or the who

Sha Na Na didn't need flower power
They didn't drive a yellow submarine
Yet they were the guys who called the shots
Sha Na Na really made the scene

Keith and Janis went away, so long
But Sha Na Na is here to stay
I don't care about Joan Baez
Sha Na Na can wear my fez
Once again it rhymes

Sha Na Na, Sha Na Na Na
Sha Na Na Na Na
Sha Na Na, Sha Na Na
Sha Na Na Na Na

Sha Na Na shot Kennedy
Sha Na Na stabbed that guy at Altamont
Sha Na Na started the Peace Corps
Sha Na Na were the first astronauts

Sha Na Na joined the Black Panthers
Sha Na Na led student sit-ins
Sha Na Na grew organic food
Sha Na Na just never fit in

You can move to Montana
And listen to Santana
But you still won't be
As cool as Sha Na Na

Sha Na Na, Sha Na Na Na
Sha Na Na Na Na
Sha Na Na, Sha Na Na
Sha Na Na Na Na

Sha Na Na, Sha Na Na Na
Sha Na Na Na Na
Sha Na Na, Sha Na Na
Sha Na Na Na Na, Sha Na Na Na Na
Sha Na Na Na Na