| Up in the morning and out to school
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| The teacher is teaching the Golden Rule
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| American history and practical math
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| You studying hard and hoping to pass
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| Working your fingers 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 lunch room’s ready to sell
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| You’re lucky if you can find a seat
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| You’re fortunate if you have time to eat
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| Back in the classroom, open your books
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| Keep up the teacher don’t know how mean she looks
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| Soon as three o’clock rolls around
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| You finally lay your burden down
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| Close up your books, get out of your seat
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| Down the halls and into the street
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| Up to the corner and around the bend
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| Right to the juke joint, you go in
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| Drop the coin right into the slot
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| You’re got to hear something that’s really hot
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| With the one you love, you’re making romance
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| All day long you been wanting to dance
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| Feeling the music from head to toe
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| Round and round and round we go
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| Hail, hail rock and roll
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| Deliver me from the days of old
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| Long live rock and roll
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| The beat of the drums, loud and bold
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| Rock, rock, rock and roll
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| The feeling is there, body and soul |