Yeah, the compass went blind... But the radio still works. So let's ride! [Verse 1] Ain't no wheat gonna grow on a cold city street, Ain't no bread gonna rise from a plastic heartbeat. The heroes got sold and the compass went blind, Leaving the real wild rebels behind. The idols are fading out there in the rain, While the men in the suits count their money again. But I got a hot little record to spin, And a six-string sound that won't give in. [Chorus] Play it loud, Chuck, let the hollow-body ring! Buddy's on the jukebox — hear the whole room sing! Shake off the fakes with a hot six-string chord, Let the jukebox rattle, let the real thing roar! Long live Rock 'n' Roll! (Long live Rock 'n' Roll!) Long live Rock 'n' Roll! (Long live Rock 'n' Roll!) Yeah, long live Rock 'n' Roll! [Verse 2] Spray-painted truth on the back-lot wall, I'm trying to untangle it all. I got something to say, got a beat to prove, Watching the phonies make the same old move. All that shine don't mean a thing, If there ain't no heart in the song you sing. No tin crown and no plastic fame, Just a scratched-up record and a real first name. [Bridge] They shine like chrome in brand-new shoes, While my old six-string is singing the blues. Tear up the rulebook, let the backbeat roll, I ain't selling my heart for a piece of gold! [Chorus] Play it loud, Chuck, let the hollow-body ring! Buddy's on the jukebox — hear the whole room sing! Shake off the fakes with a hot six-string chord, Let the jukebox rattle, let the real thing roar! Long live Rock 'n' Roll! (Long live Rock 'n' Roll!) Long live Rock 'n' Roll! (Long live Rock 'n' Roll!) Yeah, long live Rock 'n' Roll! [Outro] Play it loud! Long live Rock 'n' Roll! Keep it alive, boys... [End]
