Credits
Hail, hail rock & roll, long live rock & roll, rock, rock, rock & roll, hail, hail rock & roll. Up in the morning and out to school, the teacher is teachin' the golden rule. American History, practical Math. You're studyin' hard, you're hoping to pass. You're workin' your fingers right down to the bone. The guy behind you wont leave you alone. Ring, ring goes the bell. The cook in the lunchroom is ready to sell. You're lucky if you can find a seat. You're fortunate if you have time to eat. Back in the classroom, open your books. (Aw Man!!!) The teacher don't know how many she looks. Soon as three o' clock rolls around...I'm outta man, I'm goin' to town, ...you finally lay your burden down. I'm nobody's fool, I'm nobody's clown. Close up your books, get outta your seat. This is a plan that can't be beat. Down the hall and into the street. My dancin' shoes are on my feet. Up to the corner, round the bend... Can't handle this, just tell me one, ...up to the juke joint you go in. I'm here I said, it's me, Bartman!!! Drop the coin right into the slot, you're gonna here something that's really hot. The one you love, you're makin' romance. All day long, you've been wantin' to dance. (Oh Yeah!!!) Feelin' the music from head-to-toe. Round and round and round you go. Hail, hail rock & roll. Deliver me from the days of old. Long live rock & roll. The beat of the drums, loud and bold. Rock, rock, rock & roll. The feelin' is there body and soul. Hail, hail rock & roll. Hail, hail rock & roll. Long Live rock & roll. Rock, rock, rock & roll. Rock, rock, rock & roll. Hail, hail rock & roll.