Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll

Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll

Can you still recall in the Jukebox Hall

When the music played?

And the World span ′round to a brand new sound

In those far off days?

In their blue suede shoes

They would scream and shout

As they sang the blues

Let it all hang out

Rock and roll, rock and roll

Rock and roll, rock and roll

Rock and roll, rock and roll

Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll

Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll

Little Queenie bopped at the high school

Hop dancing to the beat

With her U.S. mail and her pony tail

Well, she looked so sweet

Times are changing fast

But we won't forget though the age is passed

They′ll be rockin' yet

Rock and roll, rock and roll

Rock and roll, rock and roll

Rock and roll, rock and roll

Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll

Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll

Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll

Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll

Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll

Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll

Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll

Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll

Rock and roll, rock and roll

Rock and roll, rock and roll

Rock and roll, rock and roll

Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll

Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll

Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll

Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll

Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll

Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll

Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll

Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll

Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll

Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll

Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll