Now here’s a little story it’s all about two swingin’ fleasThey was the two hippest fleas that ever lived in fleatownOne played wild piano and one played wild guitarNow pay a little attention while I lay some flea jazz downThey was in that group cause they could blow them soundsAnd they was workin’ in a place called Hole In The GroundThe flea that played piano they called him HonkAnd the flea that blowed guitar his mama named him TonkNow the boss flea said you cats just blow what you wantAnd every Saturday night them fleas would blow Honk’n TonkNow there was four pretty little fleas and they was go-go fleasHum they’d been imported from a rich beegle houndNow all the hippy fleas hung out at the Hole In The Groundthey dug Honk’n Tonk and watch the go-go fleas dance aroundHonk would blow twelve bars and he could sure get goneAnd Tonk’d say cool daddy and start a puttin’ him onThere just ain’t no two fleas that could blow more funkThan the funky sounds that come from Honk’n TonkNow the boss flea said you cats just blow what you wantAnd every Saturday night them fleas would blow Honk’n TonkAnd every Saturday night them fleas would blow Honk’n Tonk