Hear ye, hear ye, friends and Romans, countrymen.
Hear ye, hear ye, punks and skins and journeymen.
Hear ye, hear ye, my sisters and my brethren.
The time is coming near.

Come ye, come ye, to soulless corporate circus tops.
Come ye, come ye, to toilet circuit touring stops.
Come ye, come ye, to bedrooms, bars and bunker squats.
The sound is ringing clear.

Now who'd have thought that after all,
Something as simple as rock 'n' roll would save us all?
And who'd have thought that after all, it was rock 'n' roll?

Hear ye, hear ye, now anybody could take this stage.
Hear ye, hear ye, and make miracles for minimum wage.
Hear ye, hear ye, these folk songs for the modern age
Will hold us in their arms.

Right here, right now, Elvis brings his children home.
Right here, right now, you never have to feel alone.
Right here, right now, teenage kicks and gramophones,
We hold them in our hearts.

And I still believe in the saints,
In Jerry Lee and in Johnny and all the greats.
And I still believe in the sound
That has the power to raise a temple and tear it down.
And I still believe in the need
For guitars and drums and desperate poetry.
And I still believe that everyone
Can find a song for every time they've lost, and every time they've won.
So just remember, folks, we're not just saving lives, we're saving souls,
And we're having fun.

Now who'd have thought that after all,
Something so simple, something so small...
Who'd have thought that after all it's rock 'n' roll?