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

Be cruel to your school In the name of rock and roll Just like a sister or a brother 'Cause you may never get another 'Cause hey I gotta know What I'll have to show When I hi-hi-ho it from here 'cause you may never get another well I don't think I'll

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

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

We know, got rock and roll Four horsemen Cannot breathe That loosen the screws at the back of the tongue We know, only rock and roll Well they were given the grapes that go ripe in the sun But they told no one where they had begun They were given all the

Well the blues had a baby and they named the baby rock & roll All you people, you know the blues got a soul Well this is a story, a story never been told Well you know the blues got pregnant And they named the baby Rock & Roll Muddy Waters said it, you

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,

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

Get rhythm when you get the blues Hey, get rhythm when you get the blues Get a rock 'n' roll feelin' in your bones Get taps on your toes and just get gone Little shoeshine boy never gets low down But he's got the dirtiest job in town Bendin' low at the

Hey, hey, you got me rocking now Hey, hey, there ain't no stopping me I was a butcher cutting up meat My hands were bloody, I'm dying on my feet I was a surgeon 'till I start to shake I was a-falling 'till you put on the brakes I was a pitcher down in a