I’m 66 – and must admit – I still love Rock n’ Roll.

Am I the norm – or strange as hell – I’d really like to know,

I’m 71 – and must admit – I still love Rock n’ Roll.

Not stingy on the volume – I crank it to the top,

these songs will be a part of me most likely ’til I drop.

I like the Oldies – that’s for sure – but new ones just as well,

I know the words for some and sing – for others I can’t tell.

Been married quite a while it seems – but we’re still alive,

our taste in music – all these years – most surely does not jive.

So sadly I must tell you – I have to Rock alone,

a fact of life that’s not so bad – I really don’t bemoan.

But here and now I do confess and ask you not to tattle,

when I am one – within my car – I make the windows rattle.