couldn't catch,
Billy couldn't throw
If he ever got the ball
he didn't know the way to go
Billy couldn't dribble,
couldn't swing a bat
There wasn't much of nothing
he was any good at
But he had his old Chuck Berry records
And Jerry Lee and Little Richard and Ray
He had a jack in the back
of his stereo
Pluggin' his guitar away
And all the little gals in
the neighborhood
Sang a little song like Johnny B. Goode
They said rock it, Billy, rock it
You got to roll, Billy, roll
Come on now, rock it, Billy, rock it
Roll, William, roll
You need to rock it, Billy, rock it
loves a rock and roll show
cried around the bandstand
and shot and screamed
Rock it, Billy, rock it
Come on, roll, Billy, roll
You need to rock it
when you rock it
So roll, Billy, roll
Rock it, Billy, rock it
Everybody loves a rockin' road show
That little Billy couldn't catch,
Billy couldn't throw
If he ever got the ball
he didn't know the way to go
Billy couldn't dribble,
couldn't swing a bat
There wasn't much of nothing
he was any good at
But he had his old Chuck Barrett
And Jerry Lee and little Richard Ray
He had a jack in the back
of his stereo
Buggin' and gettin' tongue -tied
And all the little gals in the neighborhood
Sang a little song like a
Johnny B. Goode
They said rocket, Billy, rocket
Come and roll, Billy, roll
You've got to rocket, Billy, rocket
You need to roll, Billy, roll
I said now rocket, Billy, rocket
Everybody loves a rock and roll show
You've got to rock your silly rocket,
everybody loves a rock
and roll show
Come with your man
Rockets on a rocket,
everybody loves a rock and roll show