Lyrics:

Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll Can you see where you call in the juke box hall When the music played And the world sang rounds to a pretty sound No sorrow base And them blue swede shoes, they will scream and shout I guess they sing the blues, let it all hang out Rock and ro-o-oll, rock and roll Rock and ro-o-oll, rock and roll Rock and ro-o-oll, rock and roll Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll Little Queenie popped in my high school rock Dancin' to the beat With the U.S. male and a pony tail She looked so sweet Times have changed in the past but we won't forget Though the age has passed they'll be rockin' yet Rock and ro-o-oll, rock and roll Rock and ro-o-oll, rock and roll Rock and ro-o-oll, 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 ro-o-oll, rock and roll Rock and ro-o-oll, rock and roll Rock and ro-o-oll, 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 [fade]