Let There Be Rock

In the beginning,
back in nine-teen fifty-five,
man didn't know 'bout a rock 'n' roll show,
'N' all that jive.
White man had the schmaltz,
Black man had the blues,
no one knew what they was gonna do,
but Tchaikovsky had the news.
He said

"Let there be sound,"
And there was sound.
"Let there be light,"
And there was light.
"Let there be drums,"
'N' there was drums.
"Let there be guitar,"
There was guitar.
"Let there be rock."

And it came to pass,
That Rock 'n' Roll was born.
All across the land
every rockin' band,
Was boilin' up a storm.
And the guitar man got famous.
The business man got rich.
And in everybody was a superstar,
With a seven year itch.
There were fifty million fingers,
Learnin' how to play.
And you could here those fingers pickin',
And this is what they had to say.

Let there be light,
Sound
Drums
Guitar
Ow! "Let there be Rock"

One night in a club called the Shakin' Hand.
There was a forty-two decibel rockin' band.
And the music was good and the music was loud.
And the singer turned and he said to the crowd,
"Let there be rock."