I want to go back to fifty-five

Ten before I was burned alive

There ain't no use in a stupid dream

My head is tired from this enthymeme

I want to hear the holy ramage

I don't mind a little ear damage

Henry sloane in my soca soul

I'm not ashamed to say I want rock & roll

I'd like to hear some cubby checker

Crush my heart with desmond dekker

Little itty bitty of freddy fender

Start me up return to sender

I want rock & roll

I want rock & roll

I want rock & roll

I want rock & roll

I want rock & roll

I want rock & roll

I want to go back to fify-five

Ten before I was burned alive

The world can be so very cold

Nothing to say except I want rock & roll

If you're going to san francisco

Just remember it all is disco