The document is lyrics to a song about the narrator's love of rock and roll music. It describes how the music made them feel alive and how their parents tried to get them medical help, but nothing could curb their passion for rock music. The narrator declares they will never grow up and will always blame their love of rock and roll.
The document is lyrics to a song about the narrator's love of rock and roll music. It describes how the music made them feel alive and how their parents tried to get them medical help, but nothing could curb their passion for rock music. The narrator declares they will never grow up and will always blame their love of rock and roll.
The document is lyrics to a song about the narrator's love of rock and roll music. It describes how the music made them feel alive and how their parents tried to get them medical help, but nothing could curb their passion for rock music. The narrator declares they will never grow up and will always blame their love of rock and roll.
First time I heard the musicI thought it was my ownI could feel it in my
heartbeatI could feel it in my bones
My momma thinks I'm crazyMy dad says I'm insaneI got this boogie woogie feverThat's burning in my veins They tried to take me to a doctorBut it's too late for meThen they took me to a preacherThat they saw on their TV Who said that for a small donationMy lost soul would be saved I saidI don't think so preacherI'll come back another day All I want, is to be a Rolling StoneThey don't understand what we all know It feels so good that it ought to be illegalI got my vaccination from a pornograf needleI'll never grow up and I'll never grow oldBlame it on the love of rock & roll My teachers didn't like me they alwaysTried to put me down'Cause I wore my hair too longI played my music way too loud Every little boy wants to learn to play guitarSo he can pick up all the chicksAnd be a rock-n-roll starThey said it won't last, but they misunderstoodIf people think it's bad then I'll be bad for good It feels so good that it ought to be illegalI got my vaccination from a pornograf needleI'll never grow up and I'll never grow oldBlame it on the love of rock & roll Blame it on the love, blame it on the love Dad don't understand what the little girls knowBlame it on the love of rock-n- roll All I wanted, all I ever neededMy guitar gave to me Every song I've sung blame it on loveEvery war I've won blame it on loveEverything I've done blame it on love Blame it on the love of rock-n-roll It feels so good that it ought to be illegalI got my vaccination from a pornograf needleI'll never grow up and I'll never grow oldBlame it on the love of rock & rollBlame it on the love, blame it on the loveDad don't understand what