Testi di Rock 'n' Roll (Part 1) - Gary Glitter

Rock 'n' Roll (Part 1) (originale)

Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Can you still recall in the juke box hall
When the music played
And the world span 'round to a brand new sound
In those far off days
In their blue suede shoes, they would scream and shout
As they they sang the blues, let it all hang out
Rock and roll, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Little Queenie bopped at the high school hop
Dancing to the beat
With her U.S. Male and her pony tail
She looked so sweet
Times are changing fast, but we won’t forget
Though the age has passed they’ll be rockin yet
Rock and roll, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll

(traduzione)

Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Riesci ancora a ricordare nella sala del juke box
Quando la musica suonava
E il mondo gira intorno a un suono nuovo di zecca
In quei giorni lontani
Con le loro scarpe di camoscio blu, urlavano e urlavano
Mentre cantavano il blues, lascia che tutto si scompigliasse
Rock and roll, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
La piccola Queenie ha fatto un salto al liceo
Ballando a ritmo
Con il suo maschio americano e la sua coda di cavallo
Sembrava così dolce
I tempi stanno cambiando velocemente, ma non lo dimenticheremo
Anche se l'età è passata, saranno ancora rock
Rock and roll, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock, rock and roll