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What's the matter with the clothes I'm wearin'?
Can't you tell that your tie's too wide?
Maybe I should buy some old tab collars?
Welcome back to the age of jive.
Where have you been hidin' out lately, honey?
You can't dress trashy 'til you spend a lot of money.
Everybody's talkin' 'bout the new sound, funny but it's still rock and roll to me.
What's the matter with the car I'm drivin'?
Can't you tell that it's out of style?
Should I get a set of white wall tires?
Are you gonna cruise the miracle mile?
Nowadays you can't be too sentimental,
best bet's a true baby blue continental.
Hot funk, cool punk, even if it's old junk, it's still rock and roll to me.
Oh, it doesn't matter what they say in the papers,
'cause it's always been the same old scene.
There's a new band in town, but you can't get the sound from a story in a magazine...
aimed at your average teen.
How about a pair of pink sidewinders, and a bright orange pair of pants?
You could really be a Beau Brummel baby, if you just give it half a chance.
Don't waste your money on a new set of speakers,
you get more mileage from a cheap pair of sneakers.
Next phase, new wave, dance craze, anyways, it's still rock and roll to me.
What's the matter with the crowd I'm seein'?
Don't you know that they're out of touch?
Should I try to be a straight A student?
If you are, then you think too much.
Don't you know about the new fashion honey,
All you need are looks and a whole lot of money.
It's the next phase, new wave, dance craze, anyways, it's still rock and roll to me.
Everybody's talkin' 'bout the new sound,
funny but it's still rock and roll to me.