| You loved us when the band was hot.
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| And now we’re gonna give it one more shot.
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| We’re gettin' old,
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| We must be crazy.
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| We’re puttin' on the makeup again.
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| It covers up a buncha wrinkled skin.
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| You bring the bread,
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| We’ll make the gravy.
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| You keep on standin',
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| We’ll keep on singin.
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| I used to rock and roll all night
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| But now my hair’s turning gray.
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| I have to get to bed by nine,
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| Rub on a tube of Ben-Gay.
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| Haven’t picked up my guitar for a while,
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| Not since them hula-hoops went outta style.
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| It’s been a while,
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| I’m pretty rusty.
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| We’ll give you everything we got.
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| Would you like to see my liver spots?
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| You drive us home if we get sleepy.
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| If the shirts keep on sellin',
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| We’ll keep on yellin'
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| I used to rock and roll all night
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| But now my hair’s turning gray.
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| I have to get to bed by nine,
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| Rub in a tube of Ben-Gay.
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| I wanna rock and roll all night
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| But I can’t stay awake
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| I’d like to rock and roll all night
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| But then my body would ache.
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| I’ll try to rock and roll all night,
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| If there’s some dough to be made
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| I wanna rock and roll all night,
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| But I get drowsy by eight |