Lyrics:

I make Rock 'n' Roll records
I sell 'em for a dime
I make my living and, feed my children
All in your good time

The Blues they go for a quarter
Is guaranteed to satisfy
It's a real, funky deal
Don't let it pass you by

If your evening sun don't shine, my friend
Tell you what I'm gonna do
I'm gonna hammer out this rhythm
Till I get right next to you

I make Rock 'n' Roll records
I sell 'em for a dime
I make my living and, feed my children
All in your good time