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When I was just a boy at school |
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The kids all said that I was cool. |
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Even said I could go far, just me and my guitar. |
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I combed my hair in a big El quiff, |
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Lots of grease to make it stiff, |
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My pointed toes and my boot-lace tie - |
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I'm going to catch your eye. |
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Oh, oh, rock and roll - |
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I can't stop, it's got a hold. |
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Hey, hey, what I say? |
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Ain't nobody gonna take it away. |
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I met a girl and she could sing - |
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She could do most anything. |
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When I took her in my car, she just wanted my guitar. |
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So I put my foot hard down, |
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Left her standing in that old town. |
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Ain't nobody going to come between |
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Me and my machine. |
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Woah, oh, rock and roll - |
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I can't stop, it's got a hold. |
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Hey, hey, what I say? |
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Ain't nobody gonna take it away. |
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Then one day I took a ride |
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Into the city and the bright lights. |
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I soon found out that I was on my own, |
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just picking at the bone. |
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Just one thing for me to do - |
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I had to make it up and anew, |
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So I picked up my faithful friend |
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And I played it to the end. |
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Oh, oh, rock and roll - |
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I can't stop, it's got a hold. |
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Hey, hey, what I say? |
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Ain't nobody gonna take it away. |
