Saturday, November 28, 2015

I Hate Rock n Roll -- Beverly Kenney (1958)





I'm growing weary of teenaged hoods
motor bikes blue jeans and Natalie Woods
I'm tired of rebels without a cause
say what ever happened to Santa Claus

roo to the rose and the baby roo
I for one must tell the tru-ee-u-do do

I don't care who knows it. I hate rock n roll
I don't care who knows it. I hate rock n roll

I want to sing I love you in a natural way
I don't want to sing I-la-hov you, not that way
I don't care who knows it. I hate rock n roll

Young love, true love
is overrated
and blue suede shoes
they should be confiscated
What is the answer to a teenaged prayer?
Frankly speaking I don't care I don't care

I don't care who knows it. I hate rock n roll
I don't care who knows it. I swear that I hate rock n roll

Don't want to slip skip or swing a guitar
or anything to do with that vernacular
I don't care who knows
so I'm last on the hit record polls
because I hate rock n roll. do ba do ba dee
I hate rock and roll


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