(Blame it on) That's damn rock and roll (Rock and roll) Oh oh oh oh oh It ain't a needle in a vein It ain't backstage sex It ain't lines of cocaine on a private jet, It ain't havin' a posse full of hangers on following you around It ain't long hair,

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