Ready, ready, teddy, Gonna rock rock it up, Gonna rip it up, Gonna shake it up, Gonna ball it up, And ball the night. I'm ready, ready, teddy to rock rock and roll. Well it's Saturday night, and I just got paid

All hail rock rock and roll Gotta take it back, we gotta take control Write this on my tombstone We fucking live for the music Rise up or just get fucked, uh, you know it This is our time, reignite All of the flames that have died for quite some time We can't

All day, all night All night, all day Ready fi get di cook up hype an Ya see we nah stray, we roll tight Alla mi girls get ya hands up for mi hype Dutty Rockin' it from Kingston J-A Let's ride, all night It's alright

I gave my blood and I gave my soul I stood my ground and I took control The legend's growing as the story's told Yeah, I'm satisfied Yeah, until the day I die I pledge allegiance to the state, of rock rock and roll I know that heaven's gonna wait Looking back

She says wamalama bamalama rock 'n' roll is king She said wamalama bamalama rock 'n' roll is king Listen everybody let me tell you 'bout the rock 'n' roll Feel that rhythm and it's really gonna thrill your soul She said come along with me, to a land of

Get away with your guns now Money money money Root of all evil Trendy Wendy's you know what I mean Hangin' around with girl who's rolling up her jeans She watches her street crack 'cause she's no dummy Through rocking the microphone and she's calling me

Roll over Beethoven, Roll over Beethoven and tell Tchaikovsky the news Roll over Beethoven rockin' in two by two I'm gonna write a little letter, Gonna mail it to my local DJ It's a rockin' rhythm record I want my jockey to play Roll over Beethoven, I

Gonna be a rock 'n' roll singer I'm gonna be a rock 'n' roll A rock 'n' roll star Gonna be a rock 'n' roll star I'm gonna be a rock 'n' roll star I'm gonna be a rock 'n' roll singer My daddy was workin' nine to five When my momma was havin' me By the

(Running right off the track) Runaway train Get it on, get it up Living on the ecstasy Your mind on fantasy Old school rebel A ten for the revelry Diamond of the agency Shake it, shake it

For those about to rock, we salute you We salute you Yeah, yeah, oh We roll tonight To the guitar bite Stand up and be counted For what you are about to receive We are the dealers