(A. Young M. Young B. Scott)

In the beginning

Back in nineteen fifty five

Man didn't know 'bout a rock 'n' roll show

And all that jive

The white man had the schmaltz

The black man had the blues

No one knew what they was gonna do

But Tschaikovsky had the news

He said let there be sound

There was sound

Let there be light

There was light

Let there be drums

There was drums

Let there be guitar

There was guitar

Let there be rock



And it came to pass

That rock 'n' roll was born

All across the land every rockin' band

Was blowin' up a storm

And the guitar man got famous

The business man got rich

And in every bar there was a superstar

With a seven year itch

There was fifteen million fingers

Learnin' how to play

And you could hear the fingers pickin'

And this is what they had to say

Let there be light

Sound

Drums

Guitar

Let there be rock



One night in the club called the shakin' hand

There was a 42 decibel rockin' band

And the music was good and the music was loud

And the singer turned and he said to the crowd

Let there be rock