The rock stops here Everybody's gettin' down The rock stops here "oww!" here comes the great james brown The rock stops here Chuck berry's with
a magic sound. roll, roll, let it roll, let it flood down to your soul, let it talk, let it swing, play that music, let it ring. now you can pick buddy holly, chuck berry
, y'all got the glass jar And when I hit it, admit it, y'all on y'all ass y'all We on the same team, you don't wanna pass the ball Chuck and gun up the
thought my dirty raps were kinda funny But close minded people thought I was only out to make money But check on back 'cause it's a fact obscenity is no new thing Remember chuck berry
Domingo Met a girl named Carrie Munks mortuary, then it goes to the cemetary She told me she loved me and it's scary Like Chuck Berry I string funky guitars Swoopin down on
is sinking low All day I been waiting for the whistle to blow Sitting in a teepee built right on the tracks Rolling them bones until the foreman comes
you, who will not sing You must be playing with your own ding a ling Oh my ding a ling, my ding a lin (Come on now, Come on now, Everybody sing) Now
roof of it will have peak lines, and contours that dip; and form shadowy eaves, where the little raindrops can drip. ... That sweet pitter patter, of raindrops at play - is such a beautiful sound on
of cold hearted strangers I went hungry in New York and Chicago was no better But today, my dear mother wrote and told me in her letter Son, come back
cause of drizzlin' showers Here come a flat-top, he was movin' up with me Then come wavin' by me in a little' old souped-up jitney I put my foot on my
Come on up to me baby Make me shake and shout Come on up to me baby Make me move about Come on up to me baby Come and check me out I can't dance by Tchaikovsky
n' roll, comes from r 'n' b and soul .... Little Richard, Chuck Berry, Bo Diddley, Fats Domino Here come Elvis, Gene Vincent, Buddy Holly and Jerry Lee Little Richard, Chuck Berry
over the world Here they come from all over the world You know the guitar's groovin' so keep it movin' And come on, come on, come on They're comin' from
in the U.S.A. And he come from a guitar playing country He was raised on Cadillacs and dreams When he started playing 'Whole Lotta Shaking' Coming apart
gonna do that slip 'n slide Sound of the music gonna get you high Now if you dig Chuck Berry and your head's into rock 'n roll Come on down the road
gonna do that slip 'n slide Sound of the music gonna get you high Now if you dig chuck berry and your head's into rock 'n roll Come on down the road
you, oh, babe Honey drips Two more to go, oh, babe Let's go on back The trip will be groovy, oh, babe Jump in the sack Flip your mood, oh, babe Come
Go, go, bobby soxer When the weekend comes You'll be right back rockin' some more Bobby soxer dancin' But she keeps peepin' on the stand Bobby soxer's got a crush On