(Chuck Berry)

Up in the morning and out to school

The teacher is teaching the golden rule

American history and practical maths

[you] studyin' hard and hoping to pass

Working your fingers right down to the bone

And the guy behind you won't leave you alone



Ring ring goes the bell

The cook in the lunch room is ready to sell [kitchen's ready to sell]

[but] you're lucky if you can find a seat

You're fortunate if you have time to eat

[well] back in the classroom open your books

Gee but the teacher don't know how mean she looks



Hail hail rock 'n' roll



[as] soon as 3 o'clock rolls aroun'

You finally lay your burden down

Throw down your books and out of your seat

You go down the hallway, into the street

And you're tryin' to forget just where you've been

You find a juke joint, you go in



Drop the quarter into the slot

You gotta hear something that's really hot

With the one you love you're makin' romance

All day long you've been wanting to dance

Feeling the music from head to toe

Round and round and round you go



Long live rock 'n' roll



Rock, rock, rock 'n' roll