I want to go back to fifty-five Ten before I was burned alive There aint no use in a stupid dream My head is tired from this enthymeme I want to hear the holy ramage I dont mind a little ear damage Henry sloane in my soca soul Im not ashamed to say I want rock & roll Id 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 & roll I want rock & roll I want rock & roll I want rock & roll I want rock & roll I want rock & 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 & roll If youre going to san francisco Just remember it all is disco