Hey Johnny, hey Dee Dee
Little Tom and Joey
You know we're comin' over

Sweet sweet little Ramona
You're getting better and better
It's getting easier than ever

Hey you kids in the crowd
You know you like it
When the music's loud


Sweet sweet little Ramona
she always wants to come over

Sweet sweet little Ramona
I think I'll try and phone her


I let her in if you're wondering why
Cause she's a spy for the BBI
I leter her in and I started to cry

And then I knew I wanted to die
Oooh, little Ramona