Long Before Rock’n’ Roll (live)
She said I like just lying on the bed
Beneath the celeing with her head upon my pillow
There's nothing else I'd rather do
And I said I'd rather do it on the couch or in the kitchen
Where about you seem so down child
Like nothing could destroy your world
But i never ever wanted to
You would never ever let me to
I would but you must wait 'til it gets dark
So what is it that you want me to?
I can make it if it's good for you
So play me some from 1954
Before rock'n'roll
yeah before rock'n'roll
before rock'n'roll
Well later she came with flowers in her arms
Said we can do it in the car
My brother owns it, the driver seat is made for us
And I said I'd rather grab a bite to eat
There is a diner down the street
Let's take it easy and join this lovely harmony
But i never ever wanted to
YOu would never ever let me to
I would but you must wait 'til it gets dark
So what is it that you want me to?
I can make it if it's good for you
So play me some from 1954
Before rock'n'roll
Yea before rock'n'roll
Before rock'n'roll
Yea yea yea yeah
Nanananananana...
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