Lyrics R-O-C-K- - Bill Haley, His Comets, Hits Comets

R-O-C-K-

Making R from an eight,
To the bar eighty-eight,
O from the tone of the sax syncopated,
C from the key of a six-string guitar,
K from the kick of a rim shot, baby.
That’s how they played it,
That’s how they made it,
R-O-C-K, rock.
I know my A’s and my B’s and my C’s,
P’s and my Q’s and my X, Y, Z’s,
Know how to lose,
All the blue, blue, blues,
Jump in a pair of my dancing shoes.
Take with my baby,
Rock with my baby,
R-O-C-K, rock.
Oh, Strauss discovered waltzes,
A handy man found the blues,
And here they came along,
With their rocking song,
Crazy, man, crazy, crazy news.
R is all the rock, hear the band,
It’s a' moving,
O more than that, it’s a go-go grooving,
C what I mean, it’s a hot top action,
K like a kiss it’s a cool attraction.
Who even get you,
I’m gonna bet you,
R-O-C-K, rock.
R-O-C-K, rock