Lyrics
Had to make do with a worn-out rock 'n' roll scene
The old bop is getting tired, need a rest, well, you know what I mean
'58, that was great, but it's over now and that's all
Somethin' harder's comin' up, gonna really knock a hole in the wall
Gonna hit ya, grab ya hard, make you feel ten feet tall
Well, I hope that big new baby's gonna come along soon
You don't know, it could happen any ol' rainy afternoon
With the temperature down and the jukebox blowin' no fuse
And my musical life's feelin' like a long Sunday school cruise
And you know that there's one thing every single body could use
(Modern times) and rock 'n' roll
(Modern times) rock 'n' roll
Get your high heel guitar-style boots and some groovy clothes
A hairpiece on your chest and a ring through your nose
Find a nice little man who says he's gonna make you a big, big star
Stars in your eyes and ants in your pants, think you should go far
Everybody in this bum-sucking world's just gonna know who you are
Rock 'n' roll (rock 'n' roll)
Rock 'n' roll (rock 'n' roll)
Rock 'n' roll (rock 'n' roll)
Rock 'n' roll
Rock 'n' roll (rock 'n' roll)
Rock 'n' roll (rock 'n' roll)
Rock 'n' roll (rock 'n' roll)
Rock 'n' roll (rock 'n' roll)
Rock 'n' roll