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