Lyrics:

Rock and roll, rock, rock and rollRock and roll, rock, rock and rollCan you see where you call in the juke box hallWhen the music playedAnd the world sang rounds to a pretty soundNo sorrow baseAnd them blue swede shoes, they will scream and shoutI guess they sing the blues, let it all hang outRock and ro-o-oll, rock and rollRock and ro-o-oll, rock and rollRock and ro-o-oll, rock and rollRock and roll, rock, rock and rollRock and roll, rock, rock and rollLittle Queenie popped in my high school rockDancin' to the beatWith the U.S. male and a pony tailShe looked so sweetTimes have changed in the past but we won't forgetThough the age has passed they'll be rockin' yetRock and ro-o-oll, rock and rollRock and ro-o-oll, rock and rollRock and ro-o-oll, rock and rollRock and roll, rock, rock and rollRock and roll, rock, rock and rollRock and roll, rock, rock and rollRock and roll, rock, rock and rollRock and roll, rock, rock and rollRock and roll, rock, rock and rollRock and roll, rock, rock and rollRock and roll, rock, rock and rollRock and ro-o-oll, rock and rollRock and ro-o-oll, rock and rollRock and ro-o-oll, rock and rollRock and roll, rock, rock and rollRock and roll, rock, rock and rollRock and roll, rock, rock and rollRock and roll, rock, rock and rollRock and roll, rock, rock and rollRock and roll, rock, rock and rollRock and roll, rock, rock and rollRock and roll, rock, rock and rollRock and roll, rock, rock and rollRock and roll, rock [fade]