I'm growing weary of teenaged hoods motor bikes blue jeans and Natalie Woods I'm tired of rebels without a cause say what ever happened to Santa Clause
roo to the rose and the baby roo I for one must tell the tru-ee-u-do do
I don't care who knows it. I hate rock n roll I don't care who knows it. I hate rock n roll
I want to sing I love you in a natural way I don't want to sing I-la-hov you, not that way I don't care who knows it. I hate rock n roll
Young love, true love is overrated and blue suede shoes they should be confiscated What is the answer to a teenaged prayer? Frankly speaking I don't care I don't care
I don't care who knows it. I hate rock n roll I don't care who knows it. I swear that I hate rock n roll
Don't want to slip skip or swing a guitar or anything to do with that vernacular I don't care who knows so I'm last on the hit record polls because I hate rock n roll. do ba do ba dee I hate rock and roll