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