Nostalgia (That’s what rock’n’roll is all about)

Nostalgia (That’s what rock’n’roll is all about)
You sing about waking up in the morning
But you’re never up before noon
You look completely different from those straights
Who walked around on the moon
The clothes you wear
Would suit and old times baloons
You’re allways nowhere
But you’ll realize pretty soon
That’s all that you care
Isn’t worth a twelve bar tune

You won’t believe you’re just one more flower
Among so many flowers that sprout
You just feel faintly pround when you hear they shout
Very loud: "you’re not allowed in here, get out"
That’s what rock’n’roll is all about
That’s what rock’n’roll is all about
I mean, that’s what rock’n’roll was all about