You sing about waking up in the morning
But youÂ’re never up before noon
You look completely different from those straights
Who walked around on the moon
The clothes you wear
Would suit and old times baloons
YouÂ’re allways nowhere
But youÂ’ll realize pretty soon
ThatÂ’s all that you care
IsnÂ’t worth a twelve bar tune
You wonÂ’t believe youÂ’re just one more flower
Among so many flowers that sprout
You just feel faintly pround when you hear they shout
Very loud: "youÂ’re not allowed in here, get out"
ThatÂ’s what rockÂ’nÂ’roll is all about
ThatÂ’s what rockÂ’nÂ’roll is all about
ThatÂ’s what rockÂ’nÂ’roll is all about
I mean, thatÂ’s what rockÂ’nÂ’roll was all about