Jo-Jo the Dog Faced Boy - Annette Funicello

Saturday night at The high school dance

A fella comes in Wearing baggy pants

He starts to sing

Like a wounded hound

And the gals all screamed

And gathered round

Bow wow, bow wow

Jo-Jo, the dog-faced boy

Bow wow, bow wow

Jo-Jo, the dog-faced boy

Eyes bugged out

Through a patch of wool

His face hung down

Like a Boston bull

The gals all clapped

Till their hands were red

The dog-faced boy was

Knocking 'em dead

Played the guitar and

Then hummed two C’s

Then he rolled on the floor

Like a Pekinese

He almost shook

Himself in half

And the gals lined up For his autograph

I wish I had

What Jo-Jo had

Drove the crowd

Stark raving mad

They ripped the clothes

Right off his back

When he roared away

In his Cadillac

Where in the world was

The little Nash Rambler