Words and music by Roger Taylor. Had to make do with a worn out rock and roll scene. The old bop is gettin' tired need a rest. Well you know what I mean. Fifty eight that was great. But it's over now and that's all. Somethin' harder's coming up. Gonna really knock a hole in the wall. Gonna hit ya grab you hard. Make you feel ten feet tall. Well I hope that big new baby's gonna come along soon. You don't know it could happen any ol' rainy afternoon. With the temp'rature down. And the juke box blowin' no fuse. And my musical life's feelin'. Like a long Sunday School cruise. And you know there's one thing. Every single body could use. Yeah listen to me baby. Let me tell you what it's all about. Modern times rock and roll. Modern times rock and roll. Get your high heeled guitar boots and some groovy clothes. Get a hair piece on your chest. And a ring through your nose. Find a nice little man who says. He's gonna make you a real big star. Stars in your eyes ants in your pants. Think you should go far. Everybody in this bum sucking world's. Gonna know just who you are. Look out. Modern times rock and roll.