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| In the beginning |
| Back in nineteen fifty-five |
| Man didn't know about a rock 'n' roll show |
| And all that jive |
| The white man had the smoltz |
| The black man had the blues |
| No one knew what they was gonna do |
| But Tchaikovsky had the news |
| He said - |
| "Let there be light", and there was light |
| "Let there be sound", and there was sound |
| "Let there be drums", and there was drums |
| "Let there be guitar", and there was guitar |
| "Let there be rock" |
| And it came to pass |
| That rock 'n' roll was born |
| All across the land every rockin' band |
| Was blowing up a storm |
| The guitarman got famous |
| The businessman got rich |
| And in every bar there was a super star |
| With a seven year itch |
| There were fifteen million fingers |
| Learning how to play |
| And you could hear the fingers picking |
| And this is what they had to say |
| "Let there be light" |
| "Sound" |
| "Drums" |
| "Guitar" |
| "Let there be rock" |
| One night in a club called `The Shaking Hand' |
| There was a ninety-two decibel rocking band |
| The music was good and the music was loud |
| And the singer turned and he said to the crowd - |
| "Let there be rock" |