You sing about waking up in the morningBut you’re never up before noonYou look completely different from those straightsWho walked around on the moonThe clothes you wearWould suit an old times baloonYou’re allways nowhereBut you’ll realize pretty soonThat’s all that you careIsn’t worth a twelve bar tuneYou won’t believe you’re just one more flowerAmong so many flowers that sproutYou just feel faintly pround when you hear they shoutVery loud: « you’re not allowed in here, get out »That’s what rock’n’roll is all aboutThat’s what rock’n’roll is all aboutI mean, that’s what rock’n’roll was all about