People keep telling me I'm too late
Time's too short and clocks won't wait
Well you can have your music [?] to you on a plate
But I'm not settling for the things I hate
Don't ask me what I wanna' be
Don't ask me who I wanna' see
You won't find it on the radio or on the TV
If rock 'n' roll's dead, well no one told me
Get to the party, bring my own CD
To play some music, make me move my feet
Maybe some Elvis or some Chuck Berry
But everybody stops [?]
Don't ask me what I wanna' be
Don't ask me who I wanna' see
You won't find it on the radio or on the TV
If rock 'n' roll's dead, well no one told me
Don't ask me if it's full of sin
Don't ask me, I don't know where to begin
You won't find it on the radio or on the TV
If rock 'n' roll's dead, well no one told me
If rock 'n' roll's dead, well no one told me
If rock 'n' roll's dead, well no one told me
If rock 'n' roll's dead, well no one told me
If rock 'n' roll's dead, well no one told me
Don't ask me what I wanna' be
Don't ask me who I wanna' see
You won't find it on the radio or on the TV
If rock 'n' roll's dead, well no one told me
Don't ask me if it's full of sin
Don't ask me, I don't know where to begin
You won't find it on the radio or on the TV
If rock 'n' roll's dead, well no one told me