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

Roll over Beethoven, roll over Beethoven Roll over Beethoven Roll over Beethoven, tell Tchaikovsky the news Roll over Beethoven, dig these rhythm and blues? Gonna write a little letter, gonna mail it to my local DJ It's a jumping little record I want my

Oh, living in the spotlight I think I'm gonna take flight Let me live 'til I die But I'ma be alright, I'ma be alright Oh, if it's too hot, too hot tonight Yeah, I used to care so much what people thought about me Now I really could give a fuck Now when I

Love don't let me down Don't let me down I've been a hard man Been a lonely man Then I saw the light in your eyes this morning And somehow I knew I was gonna take a chance with you Try to see this through So I'll be hopin' you

We gonna let it burn burn burn burn When the lights turned down, they don't know what they heard Strike the match, play it loud, giving love to the world We'll be raising our hands, shining up to the sky 'Cause we got the fire, fire, fire, yeah we got

Don't die young, don't get old Hey, gonna shine like gold Take every turn on the winding road Give me your hand, baby, don't let go They say there's a light at the end of the tunnel But we're living on sweet dreams and neon signs We can run but there

We're gonna go all the way tonight We're gonna go all the way And tonight's the night Will you love me forever Let me sleep on it It was long ago and it was far away (It never felt so good, It never felt so right) And it was so much better than it is

You know your male's gonna get to you Come snow, rain, sleet, or hail 'Cause I'm a top flight, hold ya tight, get ya there by daylight Do ya right overnight male Let me be your male-man And I'll always come though There's no denying' Come rain or shine

Oh, down beside your red firelight Fat bottomed girls, you make the rockin' world go 'round Are you gonna let it all hang out? Fat bottomed girls Okay, okay! This is called, uh Fat Bottomed Girls! (One, two, three, four!) Are you gonna take me home

Roll over Beethoven, roll over Beethoven Roll over Beethoven Roll over Beethoven, tell Tchaikovsky the news Roll over Beethoven, dig these rhythm and blues? Gonna write a little letter, gonna mail it to my local DJ It's a jumping little record I want my