A music was born in the street
Our liberated fifteen year olds threw themselves on it
Steel guitars punctuate freedom
br/>A bomb exploded
Ooh, rock'n'roll was born
The children woke up
When the music becomes wild
Gone are the days of good children
Rock'n'roll is born
The children have woken up
The music changes face
And we tear up the images
Leather jackets under a street light
Clap their hands and fall to their knees   earth
Elvis, this is sung while shaking your hair
Brillantine in the eyes
Ooh, rock'n'roll was born
Children woke up
When the music goes wild
The days of good children are over
Rock'n'roll is born
The children have woken up
The music changes face
And we tear up the images
We are going to play it under the big tops
It's a tidal wave", say the newspapers
"It's pace pagan, say the curetons
We're changing religion
Ooh, rock'n'roll was born
The children woke up s
When the music goes wild
The days of good children are over
Rock'n'roll is born
The children have woken up ©s
The music changes its face
And we tear up the images
Rock'n'roll is born
Rock'n' roll is born
Rock'n'roll is born

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