Lyrics:

His old hand is searching slowly The wrinkled face is filled with pleasure Worn-out fingers take a record Out of the cover of the past Then he looked up to heaven His eyes are shining and smiling clearly With this old music he remembers He feels his youth - without fear The whole street hears the music And everybody knows Young souls rocking again With rock 'n' roll the speakers burning Young souls rocking again The amplifier is glowing hot His feet are stepping with the rhythm His hands are clapping till they burn Where is the old age? How could this be? In his mind he's young and free The whole street hears the music And everybody knows Young souls rocking again With rock 'n' roll the speakers burning Young souls rocking again The amplifier is glowing hot