| Baby’s been cutting his teeth on Bo Diddley’s, I’m a man, man
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| Listen to the Wolfman howl
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| See the white man sailing his ship on the sea
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| Watch the white man shackle the black man to a tree
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| To the invader go the fruits of war
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| He misses home and his boots are sore
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| He has not got no roots no more
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| He comes for your gold
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| Watch out for your soul
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| Tennis shoes, and rhythm’n’blues are second generation
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| All across the nation now
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| Mama knows and Papa, too, that rock’n’roll is music, is music now
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| To the invader go the fruits of war
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| He misses home and his boots are sore
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| He has not got no roots no more
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| He comes for your gold
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| Watch out for your soul
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| 'Cause Mama knows and Papa knows that rock’n’roll is music, is music now
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| I said rock’n’roll is music now
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| Hark!
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| Rock’n’roll is music, rock’n’roll is music, rock’n’roll is music now
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| Rock’n’roll is music, rock’n’roll is music, rock’n’roll is music now
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| Rock’n’roll is music, rock’n’roll is music, rock’n’roll is music now
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| Rock’n’roll is music, rock’n’roll is music, rock’n’roll is music now |