School days. School days. Dear old Golden Rule days. Up in the morning and out to school. The teacher is teachin' the Golden Rule. American History and Practical Math. Studyin' hard and hopin' to pass. And workin' your fingers right down the bone. The guy behind you won't leave you alone. Ring ring goes the bell. The cook in the lunchroom ready to sell. You're lucky if you can find a seat. You're fortunate if you have time to eat. Back in the classroom open your books. The teacher don't know how mean she looks. Ha ha ha ha ha. Are you ready?. Soon as three o'clock rolls around. You finally lay your burden down. Throw down your books get out of your seat. And down the halls and into the street. Up to the corner and 'round the bend. Right to the juke joint you go in. Drop the coin right into the slot. You gotta hear somethin' that's really hot. With the one you love you're makin' romance. And all day long you've been wantin' to dance. Feelin' the music from head to toe. And round and round and round you go. Hail hail rock and roll. Deliver me from the days of old. Long live rock and roll. The beat of the drums loud and bold. Rock rock rock and roll. The feelin' is there body and soul.