You sing about waking up in the morning
but you're never up before noon.
You look completely different from those traits
who walk around on the moon.
The clothes you wear would soothe an old times gloom.
You're always nowhere but you realize pretty soon
that all that you care isn't worth the twelve-hour doom.
You believe that just one more flower
amounts to so many flowers that sprout.
You just feel faintly proud when you hear them shout very loud,
you're not allowed in here, get out.
That's what rock and roll is all about.
That's what rock and roll is all about.
I mean, that's what rock and roll was all about.
