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 and 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 and roll
i want rock and roll
i want rock and roll
i want rock and roll
i want rock and roll
i want rock and 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 and roll
if you're going to san francisco
just remember it all is disco