In the be gin ning,

back in nine teen fif ty five,

man did n’t know ’bout a rock and roll show

and all that jive.

The white man had the schmaltz,

the black man had the blues.

No one knew what they was gon na do, but Tchai kov sky had the news.

He said, let there be light,

and there was light.

Let there be sound, tar,

and there was sound.

tar.

Let there be drums,

and there was drums.

Let there be gui tar,

and there was gui tar.

Let there be drums,

Let there be rock!

And it came to pass

that rock and roll was born.

All a cross the land, ev ’ry rock ing band was blow ing up a storm.

And the gui tar man got fa mous,

the busi ness man got rich

and in ev ’ry bar there was a su per star

with a sev en year itch.

There was fif teen mil lion fin gers

learn ing how to play,

and you could hear the fin gers pick ing,

and this is what they had to say:

Let there be light,

sound,

drums,

gui tar.

Oh, let there be rock!

One night in a club called the Shak ing Hand

there was a for ty two dec i bel rock ing band.

And the mu sic was good and the mu sic was loud.

And the sing er turned and he said to the crowd:

Let there be rock!