You don't need no high I.Q. To get right down and sing the blues. If you're down, here's what to do; Me and my guitar will sing for you. R: Oh, little Rachel, oh. Oh, little Rachel, oh. Oh, little Rachel, oh. Oh, little Rachel, oh. I got a box and an old whisk broom. We gonna rock around the room. When my guitar plays this tune, We gonna dance to the light of the moon. R: Oh, little... What you feel, that ain't no jive. The get down sound makes you feel alive. R: Oh, little... Push it, little Rachel, push it. Push it, little Rachel, push it. Pull it, little Rachel, pull it. Pull it, little Rachel, pull it.