Tell everybody, tell
everybody, tell everybody,
there's gonna be a hoot tonight.
Everybody sing it!
Tell everybody, tell everybody, tell everybody,
there's gonna be a hoot tonight.
Peter,
Paul and
Mary will be there singing,
blowing in the wind.
The
Christie's will sing green, green.
What about old
Blue?
I can hardly wait till
George
Hamilton begins to tell about
that town called
Abilene
Abilene,
Abilene, prettiest town I've ever seen
A little like
Waco, only seen it in a magazine
But I love
Abilene, my
Abilene
Tell everybody, tell everybody, tell everybody,
there's gonna be a hoot tonight
The
Kingston trio will be talking
by desert feet
Tom
Dooley and the
Reverend
Mr.
Black
Who's that?
Bud and
Travis get them stomping with
their hallelujah feet
While the limelighters go off a beat
Fried chicken cross the road
Hey la -dee -la -dee -lo
Cuz the fireman has red suspenders
Hey, la -dee -la -dee -lo, tell everybody, tell everybody,
tell everybody there's gonna be a hoot tonight
You can sing along when the
weavers sing their song
And
Ralph
Pettis sings about our strident glow
It's as quiet as a mouse with
Joan
Pius in the house
While we listened to the
Smothers
Brothers joke
When
John
Henry was a little baby
Yeah, he was sitting on his daddy's knee
Well, he picked up a hammer
And a handful of nails
And then he nailed his daddy to a tree
Oh my, that's smart
Tell everybody, tell everybody,
tell everybody
There's gonna be a hoot tonight
Once again now
Tell everybody, tell everybody,
tell everybody
There's gonna be a hoot tonight!