Lyrics:

I want to go back to fifty-five
ten before I was burned alive
there ain't no use in a stupid dream
my head is tired from this enthymeme

I want to hear the holy ramage
I don't mind a little ear damage
Henry Sloane in my soca soul
I'm not ashamed to say I want rock and roll

I'd like to hear some Cubby Checker
crush my heart with Desmond Dekker
little itty bitty of Freddy Fender
start me up return to sender

I want rock and roll
I want rock and roll
I want rock and roll
I want rock and roll
I want rock and roll
I want rock and roll
I want to go back to fify-five
ten before I was burned alive
the world can be so very cold
nothing to say except I want rock and roll
if you're going to San Francisco
just remember it all is disco