Now there ain't no rules or regulationswhen you're playing rock'n'roll
You got your backbeat in the driver's seatyou're rollin' and it's out of control
Now they say that it's a young man's gameand that is who is fanning the flame
But they seem to forgetwho shot the rocket out of the hole
You got your young string slingersburnin' up and down the fretboard all day
You got your metal on the darksidewarnin' of the judgement day.
But there's still a lot of guys on the roadand they're knockin' down a backbeat,
LordWe got thirty long yearsof bringing people rock'n'roll[Chorus]
Rockin' music makes us wholeit doesn't matter if you're young or old
They love to hear on the radioit takes your troubles away
I'll tell you what don't work for methat crazy ideology
That says playin' that rock'n'rollis just a young man's game
Now if you're playin' in a collesiumor in a smoky old club
Long as all the people rockin'there's a whole lotta shakin' going on
When you're singin' in harmonyand you're down on your bended knee
Throw your guitar in the trunkand drive your
Cadillac to the show.(Repeat Chorus)[Bridge](Repeat Chorus)
I'm hear to tell you it drives me insaneto hear that rock'n'roll music'sjust a young man's game
Drivin' in my car
I'm tryin' to relax
But those rock'n'roll critics goin' yak yak yak
I'm here to tell you it drives me insaneto hear that rock'n'roll music'sjust a young man's game
Drivin' in my car
I'm tryin' to relax
Have Mercy!
Those critics talkin' yak yak yak!

Gerry Ashley