Rock Cradle Rock

I was born under the sign of Libra

October, eighteen, seven o'clock

I must have had it bad, 'cause in the cradle I had

My mother said, before noon I was trying to rock

My mother said, before noon I was trying to rock

For years I tried to make A grades

To satisfy my Mom and Pop

In music I'm boss, but in Math, I was lost

I guess my head was full of nothing but rock

I guess my head was full of nothing but rock

Hear they're swinging the Fox Trot at the hotel

Hear the country picking 'round the clock

Pick up some sounds of the jazz around

But if you dig what you hear, you dig rock

Ah, if you dig what you hear, you dig rock

The thing I'm gon' tell my dick jock

So he can sock it to me 'round the clock

Spend an hour of Bach in his original rock

And if you dig what he's playing, you dig rock

And if you dig what he's playing, you dig rock