The warden threw a party in the county jail.

The prison band was there and they began to wail.

The band was jumpin' and the joint began to swing.

You should've heard those knocked out jailbirds sing.

Lets rock, everybody, lets rock.

Everybody in the whole cell block

Was dancin' to the jailhouse rock.



Spider Murphy played the tenor saxophone,

Little Joe was blowin' on the slide trombone.

The drummer boy from Illinois went crash, boom, bang,

The whole rhythm section was the purple gang.

Lets rock, everybody, lets rock.

Everybody in the whole cell block

Was dancin' to the jailhouse rock.



Number forty-seven said to number three:

You're the cutest jailbird I ever did see.

I sure would be delighted with your company,

Come on and do the jailhouse rock with me.

Lets rock, everybody, lets rock.

Everybody in the whole cell block

Was dancin' to the jailhouse rock.



The sad sack was a sittin' on a block of stone

Way over in the corner weepin' all alone.

The warden said, hey, buddy, don't you be no square.

If you can't find a partner use a wooden chair.

Lets rock, everybody, lets rock.

Everybody in the whole cell block

Was dancin' to the jailhouse rock.



Shifty Henry said to bugs, for heavens sake,

No ones lookin', now's our chance to make a break.

Bugsy turned to shifty and he said, nix nix,

I wanna stick around a while and get my kicks.

Lets rock, everybody, lets rock.

Everybody in the whole cell block

Was dancin' to the jailhouse rock.

Writer : LEIBER/STOLLER
Copyright : Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC