She was my lover She was working undercover Oh the woman knew all of the moves She really had me rompin' We were barefoot stompin' She just kept igniting my fuse I was blinded by the blackness Of her long silk stockings She was rocking with an optical

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