(Ian Hunter)
Way back in the 50’s — you never said a wrong word
People were clean — people were mean
Children should be seen, but children should be not heard
You learned to keep your mouth shut — you did what you were told
But then one day the radio played the sound that we’d all been waiting for
The whole of our lives ‘n’
I still love Rock ‘n’ Roll — I play it every day
Hummin’ along, singin’ the song
It’s the only way — I know how to say what’s on my mind
I get up in the morning — put the kettle on the stove
Tommy Steele croons a Guy Mitchell tune
I never felt more like singin’ the blues — but if I had to choose
You know I still love rock ‘n’ roll
I still love rock ‘n’ roll (let me hear ya)
I never been to Lubbock, Texas or Memphis, Tennessee
I never washed dishes in Macon, Georgia
I wasn’t half as good and I wasn’t half as pretty as you
But I still got the feelings — embedded in my soul
A rebel armada — Kettering, Granada
It ain’t my fault that I never grew up — I got bitten by your bug
And I still love rock ‘n’ roll, I still love rock ‘n’ roll, I still love rock
I know what you’re thinkin’ — it’s a little bit strange to you
I know what you’re thinkin’ — ‘cos I’m thinkin’ the same way too
But oh those two little four letter words — they’re all you need to know
‘cos when it all comes down to it — I don’t like the sound of it
When you mess around with it — I’m still in it for the thrill of it
I know you tried to kill it but
I still love rock ‘n’ roll — I play it every day
Hummin’ along — singin’ the songs
It’s the only way I know how to say what’s on my mind
I get up every morning — I put the coffee on the stove
The computer’s gone — the turntable’s on
I can’t believe it’s 2001 — God, I must be knockin’ on
But I still love rock ‘n’ roll, I still love rock ‘n’ roll,