Rock the House and Roll Back the Furniture

They’re smoking Lucky’s; watching Hit Parade; And Ronald Regan; with his Death Valley days. What’s that I’m hearing; is it in my head; I hear a rumbling; while I lay in bed. I can’t believe it; do I hear a new beat; I’m out of bed now; and I’m on my feet. The room is rocking; and my body rolls; They’re screaming at me; but I won’t be controlled. They call me Rebel; and they say I’m no good; But let me rock you; like I know that I could She wears a hairdo; that is high on her head; She wears a short skirt; that just lays me dead. And Little Richard; with his new Ding-a-ling; When school is over; we can shake that thing. Here comes a girl now; in her high school sweater; And it’s for sure I’d like to know her better. We fell in love; but it broke our hearts; I sit alone now in our favorite park. I’m just so lonely; won’t you Stand By Me I’m drifting and drifting baby; out on this sea. The joint was jumping; down on honky- tonk street; And from a Cadillac; stepped a cat named Pete. I now am twenty one; and I’m hitting the clubs; I’m watching Charlie Musslewhite; play at the pub. Two hours driving and I’m at the gate; I’m seeing B.B. and I just can’t wait. Look at those hippies; with their unkempt hair; But that girl is pretty; standing over there. And I hear Jimmy; singing Light My Fire; A purple haze surrounds me; with my burning desire. They say I’m drafted; but what does this mean; I’ve been unwanted; since before I was eighteen Those Golden Ribbons; and those fortunes of war; What will it matter if we’re not here no more? The band is singing; of their Big Ten Inch And on my T.V.; is the Christmas Grinch. I guess I’m nothing but some Bad Company; And I’m a rebel; which I guess you can see I asked the bank; for a loan or a grant; They want collateral; so I pulled down my pants. These songs are playing; may they never end; And if I had to; I would do it again