At your command
Before you here I stand
My heart is in my hand (Ecch!)
It's here that I must be...
At your command
Before you here I stand
My heart is in my hand (Ecch!)
It's here that I must be...
And a crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet plaing band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
And a crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet plaing band
It ain't what they call rock and roll