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