NDC w.28 Genre: Eurovision Theme : Optional Lyrics: Verse 1 The little man couldn't get it right What's right anyway? The devil only knows But he's always smiling, singing through the night Humming his tune, mixing lemonade in his underwear Chorus We love rock, we love roll, we make music from stories I have told They love rock, they love roll, they make music from stories I have told I love rock, I love roll, I make music from stories I have told Yeah, yeah, yeah, the stories I've told The stories I've told Verse 2 The library's full of sheet music, but he can't tell major from minor The words are there to read, but the tongue stumbles over new sounds Thankfully there's pop music to spice up those old tales The words flow easy, turned into a catchy tune Chorus We love rock, we love roll, we make music from stories I have told They love rock, they love roll, they make music from stories I have told I love rock, I love roll, I make music from stories I have told Yeah, yeah, yeah, the stories I've told The stories I've told Verse 3 Those girls up north are sweet as cotton candy Easy to charm, sure, but charm is a quality anyway Conversation flows and they're always great company Those stories became a joyful community that lives on today Chorus We love rock, we love roll, we make music from stories I have told They love rock, they love roll, they make music from stories I have told I love rock, I love roll, I make music from stories I have told Yeah, yeah, yeah, the stories I've told The stories I've told Verse 4 Hollywood loved the chorus, the only part I created Rejected the verses like furniture smashed on concrete The native voices finally made it to the stage I know they cringed at a boy in his underwear Chorus We love rock, we love roll, we make music from stories I have told They love rock, they love roll, they make music from stories I have told I love rock, I love roll, I make music from stories I have told Yeah, yeah, yeah, the stories I've told The stories I've told Verse 5 If I hadn't rocked the boat talking about boxers and briefs They'd still be waiting for winners, singing about swinging and beats My ideas were breadwinners for those who believed At least they wrote their own stuff, not just recording in the heat Chorus We love rock, we love roll, we make music from stories I have told They love rock, they love roll, they make music from stories I have told I love rock, I love roll, I make music from stories I have told Yeah, yeah, yeah, the stories I've told The stories I've told
