| In the beginning, there weren’t nothin' but rocks
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| Then somebody invented the wheel
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| And things just began to roll
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| Did you ever hear a tenor sax
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| Swingin' like a rusty axe?
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| Honkin' like a frog
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| Down in a hollow log?
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| Baby, that is rock and roll
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| Did you ever hear a guitar twang
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| Dingy, dingy, dingy, dang?
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| Ever hear those strings
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| Doin' crazy things?
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| Baby, that is rock and roll
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| That ain’t no freight train that you hear
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| Rollin' down the railroad tracks
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| That’s a country boy piano man
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| Playin' in between the cracks
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| You say that music’s for the birds
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| And you can’t understand the words
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| Well, honey, if you did
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| You’d really blow your lid
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| 'Cause, baby, that is rock and roll
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| That ain’t no freight train that you hear
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| Rollin' down the railroad tracks
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| That’s a country boy piano man
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| Playin' in between the cracks
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| You say that music’s for the birds
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| And you can’t understand the words
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| Well, honey, if you did
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| You’d really blow your lid
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| 'Cause, baby, that is rock and roll (in the mornin')
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| Baby, that is rock and roll (in the evenin')
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| Baby, that is rock and roll |