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