Now here's a little story it's all about two swingin' fleas
They was the two hippest fleas that ever lived in fleatown
One played wild piano and one played wild guitar

Now pay a little attention while I lay some flea jazz down.

They was in that group cause they could blow them sounds

And they was workin' in a place called Hole In The Ground
The flea that played piano they called him Honk
And the flea that blowed guitar his mama named him Tonk.


Now the boss flea said
You cats just blow what you want

And every Saturday night
Them fleas would blow Honk'n Tonk.


Now there was four pretty little fleas and they was go-go fleas
Hum they'd been imported from a rich beegle hound
Now all the hippy fleas hung out at the Hole In The Ground

They dug Honk'n Tonk and watch the go-go fleas dance around.

Honk would blow twelve bars and he could sure get gone

And Tonk'd say cool daddy and start a puttin' him on
There just ain't no two fleas that could blow more funk
Than the funky sounds that come from Honk'n Tonk.


Now the boss flea said
You cats just blow what you want

And every Saturday night
Them fleas would blow Honk'n Tonk.


And every Saturday night
Them fleas would blow Honk'n Tonk...