Hello! Bognetta here! And I wanna rock your world!
You see, they say that the hand that rocks the cradle rules the world
But I haven’t a cradle – the kids are grown up!
Besides, they also say, ‘Don’t rock the boat’ and I don’t have to
Since the Crocodile does a pretty good job.
I know it’s only rock n’ roll, but I like it too
When love is on the rocks or I’ve hit rock bottom,
I have to beware of the Scorpion that rests under the rock
I’m a wee bit confused since a rolling stone gathers no moss
Yet, a rock that rolls cannot build a home.
So, I guess I shouldn’t waste too many stones on one bird
In these Rock of Ages, it feels we’re all doing the Jailhouse rock
For instance, I wanna rock & roll all night
But sometimes we’ve gotta build with the stones we have
Caught between a rock and a hard place,
I should prefer to let pop rocks sizzle on my tongue
As hard of a rock or as solid as a rock may be,
It is drops of water that make a hole in a rock
When all the water is gone, only the largest stones will still remain in the riverbed
It doesn’t much matter if its one, two, three o’clock or four o’clock rock
There’s only one way to rock and Rock n’Roll ain’t noise pollution
It’s so weird how they say when a king reigns it is thanks to the people
And when when a river sings, it is thanks to the stones
Yet, riverstones remain while water flows away
Even one who may be as dumb as a box of rocks knows
That when they see a rock coming, it hurts less
It’s true one pebble doesn’t make a floor and gifts break rocks
And sometimes I feel as a tree loaded with fruits of which people can’t help but throw stones at
But given these happenings, I’m with Plato in the search for that small, bright pebble
To be contented with now & then