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

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

Oh, little Rachel, oh
Oh, little Rachel, oh
Oh, little Rachel, oh
Oh, little Rachel, oh

What you feel, that ain't no jive
The get down sound makes you feel alive

Oh, little Rachel, oh
Oh, little Rachel, oh
Oh, little Rachel, oh
Oh, little Rachel, oh
Push it, little Rachel, push it
Push it, little Rachel, push it

Pull it, little Rachel, pull it
Pull it, little Rachel, pull it