text: Yeah
  Got to make do with a worn out rock & roll scene
  The old bop is getting tired
  Dont you know
  Well you know what I mean?
  Fifty-eight that was great
  But its over now, thats all
  Something harders coming up
  Gonna knock a hole in the wall
  Gonna grab you, hit you hard
  Make you feel ten feet tall ...
  Well I hope that a brand new babys gonna come along soon
  And I know it could happen
  Any old rainy afternoon
  With the jukebox blowing
  Jukebox blowing no fuse
  And the temperatures like
  Just like a Sunday-school cruise
  And you know everybody in this world could use
  Modern times - rock n roll
  Modern times - rock n roll, yeah
  Ooh
  Get your high heeled guitar styled boots
  And groovy clothes
  Get a hairpiece on your chest
  A ring through your nose
  Find a nice little man
  Whos gonna make you a big, big star
  Stars in your eyes, ants in your pants
  You gotta go far
  And you know everybody
  In this bum sucking world should go far
  Rock n roll
  Rock n roll
  Rock n roll
  You move it the left, you move it the right
  Groovin and shakin all of the night
   roll
  Rock n roll, ow
  Rock n roll
  Rock n roll
  Rock n roll
  Freddie: Thank you
  Roger: One more? Oh