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In the beginning |
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Back in nineteen fifty-five |
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Man didn't know about a rock 'n' roll show |
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And all that jive |
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The white man had the smoltz |
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The black man had the blues |
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No one knew what they was gonna do |
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But Tchaikovsky had the news |
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He said -Let there be soundthere was sound |
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Let there be lightthere was light |
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Let there be drumsthere was drums |
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Let there be guitarthere was guitar |
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Oh,Let there be rock |
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And it came to pass |
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That rock 'n' roll was born |
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All across the land every rockin' band |
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Was blowing up a storm |
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And the guitarman got famous |
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The businessman got rich |
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And in every bar there was a super star |
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With a seven year itch |
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There were fifteen million fingers |
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Learning how to play |
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And you could hear the fingers picking |
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And this is what they had to say |
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Let there be light |
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SoundDrums |
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GuitarLet there be rock |
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One night in a club called "The Shaking Hand" |
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There was a ninety-two decibel rocking band |
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And the music was good and the music was loud |
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And the singer turned and he said to the crowd - |
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Let there be rock |
