Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Can you still recall in the Jukebox Hall
When the music played?
And the World span ′round to a brand new sound
In those far off days?
In their blue suede shoes
They would scream and shout
As they sang the blues
Let it all hang out
Rock and roll, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Little Queenie bopped at the high school
Hop dancing to the beat
With her U.S. mail and her pony tail
Well, she looked so sweet
Times are changing fast
But we won't forget though the age is passed
They′ll be rockin' yet
Rock and roll, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
