It
is a fact that this evening land always determines the story.
It is said,
always asked more,
who the men of this West are.
We got the Holy Land.
We got Tomorrowland.
We got Madhouse Land.
We got any,
any, any kind of land.
granted,
Rock on!
I cover rock and jazz
Rock on!
Neon Rockers!
Rock on!
Rock on!
You got Rocket Fella, got Kennedy
Got James Bond, got Muhammad Ali
You got Frank Sinatra, got classic Hulk
Andy Warhol, you got Danny Condido
You got Oppenheimer and you got John Wayne
McRonald Circus, driving us insane
You got Bud Freeman, got the Jumper Jet Flash
Beverly Cubs, you got the brand new crash
You got the Holy Land
You got Tomorrowland
You got any, any, any kind of land
Rock on! Rock on! Neon Rockers! Rock on!
Rock on! Rock on!
I cover rock and ja-ja-ja Rock on! Neon Rockers! Rock on!
Rock on!
Men of S, S, S and so on...
All cool!
Rock on, Neo Rockers!
Rock on!
I come a-rockin' to et to...
Rock on!