Rock And Roll Poem by Timothy Lee Hollandsworth Jr.

Call it the Devil’s music
Well, the Devil didn’t make me do it.
I do it ’cuz it’s loud,
’cuz it’s fun. I do it for the hell of it.

You say I’m a loser,
I say you should know better.
You say I’m going nowhere,
I tell ya, I’m a hard hitta.

I’m goin’ to the top,
I’m gonna rock.
Neva gonna stop.
Gonna Roll
Over like a freight train.
Baby, on with the show.

Come on pretty baby,
Be my little lady.
Let’s go crazy.
We got some sweet candy,
I say it makes ya dandy.

Kick back,
Relax,
Let it go...

To the top.
Rock is never gonna stop.
Gonna roll,
Over like a freight train.
Baby, on with the show.