| When I was just a boy at school
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| The kids all said that I was cool.
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| Even said I could go far, just me and my guitar.
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| I combed my hair in a big El quiff,
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| Lots of grease to make it stiff,
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| My pointed toes and my boot-lace tie —
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| I’m going to catch your eye.
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| Oh, oh, rock and roll —
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| I can’t stop, it’s got a hold.
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| Hey, hey, what I say?
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| Ain’t nobody gonna take it away.
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| I met a girl and she could sing —
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| She could do most anything.
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| When I took her in my car, she just wanted my guitar.
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| So I put my foot hard down,
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| Left her standing in that old town.
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| Ain’t nobody going to come between
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| Me and my machine.
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| Woah, oh, rock and roll —
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| I can’t stop, it’s got a hold.
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| Hey, hey, what I say?
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| Ain’t nobody gonna take it away.
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| Then one day I took a ride
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| Into the city and the bright lights.
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| I soon found out that I was on my own, |