Let There Be Rock

In the beginning,

back in nineteen fiftyfive,

man didn't know 'bout a rock and roll show

and all that jive.

The white man had the schmaltz,

the black man had the blues.

No one knew what they was gonna do,

but Tchaikovsky had the news.

He said, let there be light,

and there was light.

Let there be sound, tar,

and there was sound.

tar. Let there be drums,

and there was drums.

Let there be guitar,

and there was guitar.

Let there be drums,

Let there be rock!

(Em7)And it came to pass

that rock and roll was born.

All across the land,

ev'ry rocking band

was blowing up a storm.

And the guitar man got famous,

the business man got rich and in ev'ry bar there was a superstar with a sevenyear itch.

There was fifteen million fingers learning how to play,

and you could hear the fingers picking,

and this is what they had to say:

Let there be light,

sound,

drums,

guitar. Oh, let there be rock!

(Em7)One night in a club called the Shaking Hand

(Em)there was a fortytwo decibel rocking band.

(Em)And the music was good and the music was loud.

(Em)And the singer turned and he said to the crowd:

(Em)Let there be rock!