(By Ian Hunter; Orginally recorded by Mott The Hoople).

Ladies and gentlemen, 
The golden age of rock and roll.... 

Everybody hazy, shell-shocked and crazy. 
Screaming for the face at the window. 
Jeans for the genies, dresses for the dreamies, 
Fighting for a place in the front row. 

Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh 
(it's good for your body, it's good for your soul) 
Ohhh, ohhh, let's go! 
(it's the golden age of rock and roll). 

Well you getta little buzz, send for the fuzz, 
Guitars getting higher and higher. 
The dude in the paint thinks he's gonna faint, 
Stoke more coke on the fire. 

Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh 
(you gotta stay young, you can never grow old) 
Ohhh, ohhh, whoooa 
(it's the golden age of rock and roll). 

The golden age of rock and roll will never die, 
As long as children feel the need to laugh and cry. 
Don't wanna smash - want a smash sensation, 
Don't wanna wreck; just recreation, 
Don't wanna fight - but if you turn us down 
We're gonna turn you around gonna mess with the sound. 

The show's gotta move, everybody groove 
There ain't no trouble on the streets now. 
So if the going gets rough, 
Don't you blame us 
You ninety-six decible freaks 

Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh 
(it's good for body, it's good for your soul) 
Ohhh, ohhh, whoooa 
(it's the golden age of rock and roll). 

Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh 
(you gotta stay young, you can never grow old) 
Ohhh, ohhh, whoooa 
(it's good for body, it's good for your soul) 
Ohhh, ohhh, whoooa 
(it's the golden age of rock and roll). 

Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh 
(you gotta stay young, you can never grow old) 
Ohhh, ohhh, whoooa 
(it's good for body, it's good for your soul) 
Ohhh, ohhh, whoooa 
(it's the golden age of rock and roll). 

That's all