Rock and Roll (Part 1)

Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll

Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll

Can you see where you call in the juke box hall

When the music played

And the world sang rounds to a pretty sound

No sorrow base

And them blue swede shoes, they will scream and shout

I guess they sing the blues, let it all hang out

Rock and ro-o-oll, rock and roll

Rock and ro-o-oll, rock and roll

Rock and ro-o-oll, rock and roll

Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll

Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll

Little Queenie popped in my high school rock

Dancin' to the beat

With the U.S. male and a pony tail

She looked so sweet

Times have changed in the past but we won't forget

Though the age has passed they'll be rockin' yet

Rock and ro-o-oll, rock and roll

Rock and ro-o-oll, rock and roll

Rock and ro-o-oll, rock and roll

Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll

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Rock and ro-o-oll, rock and roll

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Rock and roll, rock [fade]