| Now there ain’t no rules or regulations
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| When you’re playing rock’n’roll
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| You got your backbeat in the driver’s seat
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| You’re rollin' and it’s out of control
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| Now they say that it’s a young man’s game
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| And that is who is fanning the flame
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| But they seem to forget
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| Who shot the rocket out of the hole
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| You got your young string slingers
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| Burnin' up and down the fretboard all day
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| You got your metal on the darkside
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| Warnin' of the judgement day.
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| But there’s still a lot of guys on the road
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| And they’re knockin' down a backbeat, Lord
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| We got thirty long years
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| Of bringing people rock’n’roll
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| Rockin' music makes us whole
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| It doesn’t matter if you’re young or old
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| They love to hear on the radio
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| It takes your troubles away
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| I’ll tell you what don’t work for me That crazy ideology
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| That says playin' that rock’n’roll
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| Is just a young man’s game
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| Now if you’re playin' in a collesium
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| Or in a smoky old club
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| Long as all the people rockin'
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| There’s a whole lotta shakin' going on When you’re singin' in harmony
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| And you’re down on your bended knee
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| Throw your guitar in the trunk
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| And drive your Cadillac to the show.
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| (Repeat Chorus)
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| I’m hear to tell you it drives me insane
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| To hear that rock’n’roll music’s
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| Just a young man’s game
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| Drivin' in my car I’m tryin' to relax
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| But those rock’n’roll critics goin' yak yak yak
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| I’m here to tell you it drives me insane
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| To hear that rock’n’roll music’s
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| Just a young man’s game
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| Drivin' in my car I’m tryin' to relax
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| Have Mercy! |
| Those critics talkin' yak yak yak! |