First time I heard the music I thought it was my own I could feel it in my heartbeat I could feel it in my bones
My momma thinks I'm crazy Dad says I'm insane I got this boogie woogie fever Burning in my veins
They took me to a doctor But it's too late for me They dragged me to a preacher That they saw on their TV
Who said that for a small donation My lost soul would be saved I said I don't think so preacher I'll come back another day
All I want, is to be a Rolling Stone They don't understand what we all know
It feels so good that it ought to be illegal I got my vaccination from a phonagraph needle I'll never grow up and I'll never grow old Blame it on the love of rock & roll
My teachers didn't like me they always Tried to put me down 'Cause I wore my hair too long I played my music way too loud
Every little boy wants to learn to play guitar So he can pick up all the chicks And be a rock-n-roll star They said it won't last, but they misunderstood If people think it's bad then I'll be bad for good
It feels so good that it ought to be illegal I got my vaccination from a phonagraph needle I'll never grow up and I'll never grow old Blame it on the love of rock & roll Blame it on the love, blame it on the love
Dad don't understand what the little girls know Blame it on the love of rock-n-roll
All I wanted, all I ever needed My guitar gave to me
Every song I've sung blame it on love Every war I've won blame it on love Everything I've done blame it on love
Blame it on the love of rock-n-roll
It feels so good that it ought to be illegal I got my vaccination from a phonagraph needle I'll never grow up and I'll never grow old Blame it on the love of rock & roll Blame it on the love, blame it on the love Dad don't get what the little girls know Blame it on the love of rock-n-roll
Compositores: Richard S. Sambora, John Francis Bongiovi ECAD: Obra #21258423