Quite some time ago, Chuck Willis had a priest
You didn't listen to him, but you better listen to me
Well get down
Give them the rock and roll shoes

Now I-a get that feeling, we got no time to lose
You know, the beat's been higher
Then it ever did go, just the raw TV And the raw radio
Well get down
You’d better watch em’ all shoes

You know I get the feeling, payin’ my dues
I've been doing my homework all week long
I didn’t think of nothin’, but that rock and roll song
I’m carryin’ out the garbage, and I’m listening to you
But it don't do no good without them rock and roll shoеs
(Woah-hoah)

My big brother says to put him up one night
He said to put him in thе alley, get them biscuits out of sight
Get them, give them the rock and roll shoes
You y’know tell that Mary, she’ll help me spread the news

Rock, rock, rock and roll
Rock, rock, rock and roll
Rock, rock, rock and roll
Rock, rock, rock and roll
Rock, rock, rock and roll
Rock, rock, rock and roll