They call me rock 'n' roll I ain't young, and I ain't old I ain't wrong, and I ain't right I'm not black or white You know, it's just that cold I said, They call me rock and roll They call me rock 'n' roll Said I shoulda died a long time ago I ain't wrong, you know I ain't right I'm not black or white You know, it's just that cold I said, They call me rock and roll Chains from the skyway Never seem to set me free Lights from the runway They call out to me But it's another city Lord, it's another show God bless rock and roll Keep on movin', keep on provin' God bless rock 'n' roll Keep on shovin', keep on lovin' God bless rock 'n' roll Hotel breakfast And I can't see straight Newspaper people Aw, and I can't be late But it's another city Lord, it's another show God bless rock and roll Just keep on movin', keep on provin' God bless rock 'n' roll Keep on shovin', keep on lovin' God bless rock 'n' roll Keep on movin', keep on provin' God bless rock 'n' roll Keep on shovin', keep on lovin' God bless rock 'n' roll God bless rock 'n' roll Ain't feelin' bad, but I know somethin's wrong Why do the days seem so long? Can't keep my brain on the daily routine Gettin' anxious and feelin' mean I said, I can't wait for Friday night I can't wait for Friday night (Can't wait) To let loose what's inside of me (Can't wait) To let it flow and set it free I can't wait for Friday night Front row center, I just gotta be there Can't hear too good, but I don't care Nobody knows what the music means to me It's got the magic and I got the key I said, I can't wait for Friday night I can't wait for Friday night (Can't wait) To let loose what's inside of me (Can't wait) To let it flow and set it free I can't wait for Friday night I can't wait for Friday night I can't wait for Friday night (Let me tell you) I can't wait for Friday night (Gettin' anxious) I can't wait for Friday night Backstage fury, the band's in a hurry Outside, the audience waits Guitars get in tune, and the noise in the room Sounds like someone's crashin' down the gates Don't hide the feelin', the circus is here Let your inhibitions go Don't hide the feelin', the circus is here Welcome to the rock and roll show By the second song, somethin' goes wrong A cymbal falls off the stand The roadie will catch it, he's paid to fetch it The hidden member of the band By the third encore, they're still screamin' for more Bringin' the band to their knees Playin' what they know, keepin' up the show Can we turn the monitors up, please? Yessir Ow, don't hide the feelin', the circus is here Let your inhibitions go Don't hide the feelin', the circus is here Welcome to the rock and roll show Ow They call me rock and roll I ain't young, who said-a then I ain't old [?] Now, I ain't wrong, no, I ain't right I'm not black, and I sure ain't white I said, They call me Oh, they call me Oh, they call me Rock and roll Rock and roll Rock and, rock and, rock and roll