You know the tune, sing the words. Just sing to the bouncing shoes.
"Rainy Day Woman" by Bob Dylan
(with significant edits from Stealth)

Well, they'll stone ya when you're trying to do your best
They'll stone ya cuz their love has been repressed
They'll stone ya while standing to speak the truth
Then they'll stone ya all the way from Duluth
But I would not feel so all alone
Everybody must get stoned.

Well, they'll stone ya to a Bobby Dylan Tune
They'll stone ya on a Sunday afternoon
They'll stone ya while they're playing their Kazoos
They'll stone ya while delivering "Good News"
But I would not feel so all alone
Everybody must get stoned.

They'll stone ya while at the sacrament table
They'll stone ya when you are old and feeble
They'll stone ya when dad's dieing in his bed
They'll stone ya as his urine now turns red
Tell ya what, I would not feel so all alone
Everybody must get stoned.

Well, They'll stone you and say that it's the end
Then they'll stone you and then they'll come back again
They'll stone you when you're sittin' with your dog
They'll stone you when you're writin' in your blog
Don't lament, they can't see what they are shown
Everybody must get stoned.

Well, they'll stone you for any kinda reason
They'll stone you all through the Christmas season
They'll stone you 'cuz they are so depraved
They'll stone you as they're sittin' in their grave
But I would not feel as though defrocked
Everybody must get rocked.