They say that you play too loud Well baby that's tough They say that you got too much Can't get enough They tell you that you look a fool And baby I'm a fool for you They say that your mind's diseased Shake your stuff

As a rock and roll star So inviting, so enticing to play the part I could play the wild mutation As a rock and roll star, get it on yeah I could do with the money I'm so wiped out with things as they are I'd send my photograph to my honey and I'd c'mon

Just like the cigarettes hurt I guess I'm never gonna learn Just like the whiskey burns, whoa wohoa I am rock and roll, living a life we can only dream of They said that self destruction I stopped below and for along My only home is the bottom of the

Hey kids, rock and roll Nobody tells you where to go, baby Tick-tock, tick-tock Nobody tells you what to do, baby Hey, kids, where are you? Hey kids, shake a leg Maybe you're crazy in the head, baby Maybe I ride, maybe you walk Maybe I drive to get off,

Making memory lane out of old back roads That spot in the woods where the cops don't go Live for a while, for whatever feels good In the moment, on the river, rock the chain When they roll up Main Street in this town We hook up and we roll out All

They ain't really ready for me when I (buck shot) I ain't scared Real niggas put the clip in and let it go, uh Real niggas wanna run real Real (buck shot) Real niggas from the roll real (buck shot) Real niggas from the M Real niggas from the home (buck

Be cruel to your school in the name of rock 'n' roll Do abc's and 123's Mean that much to me, that much to me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me 'Cause hey, I gotta know what I'll have to show When I hi hi ho it from here Be cruel to your school 'cause 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 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

You are rock and roll You and I are rock and roll Came here looking for American soul It's not a place Look around, look around Blessed are the bullies For one day they will have to stand up to themselves Blessed are the liars For the truth can be awkward

Let there be rock In the beginning Back in nineteen fifty five Man didn't know about a rock 'n' roll show And all that jive The white man had the smoltz The black man had the blues No one knew what they was gonna do But Tchaikovsky had the news