| Up in the mornin', out to school
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| The teacher is teaching the golden rule
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| American history, practical math
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| You’re studying hard and you’re hoping to pass
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| You’re working your finger right down to the bone
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| And the guy behind you won’t leave you alone
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| «Ring, ring», goes the bell
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| The cook in the kitchen’s ready to sell
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| But you’re lucky if you can find a seat
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| You’re fortunate if you get time to eat
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| Well, back in the classroom, open your books
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| Ooh, the teacher don’t know how mean she looks
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| Hail, hail rock and roll
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| Hail, hail rock and roll
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| Hail, hail rock and roll
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| Hail, hail rock and roll
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| Hail, hail rock and roll
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| Hail, hail rock and roll
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| As soon as 3 o’clock rolls around
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| And ya lay your burden down
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| Throw down your books and out of your seat
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| You go down the hallway, into the street
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| And you’re tryin' to forget just where you been
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| You find a juke joint, you go in
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| You drop the coin right into the slot
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| You gonna have something that’s really hot (like me, girl)
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| With the one you love, you’re makin' romance
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| All day long, been wantin' to dance
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| And ya feel the music from head to toe
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| It’s round, and round, and round we go
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| Long live rock and roll (x6)
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| Rock, rock, rock and roll (x12) |