Evil Rock - Robert Calvert

Hey Ma, take a look at your boy

Up on the stage with his latest toy

His hair to his shoulders, growing it down to his knees

He looks like he’s suffering from a social disease

Rock 'n' roll music has taken his soul

Possesses his mind, your baby it stole

Rock 'n' roll music, is it out of control

It’s evil music;

it’s rock 'n' roll

Hey Ma, take a look at your kid

He’s summoned a demon straight out of the id

He don’t know what he’s doin' now, he’s blindly inspired

The boss has just told him «I'm afraid son, you’re fired»

Rock 'n' roll music has taken his soul

Possesses his mind, your baby it stole

Rock 'n' roll music, is it out of control

It’s evil music;

it’s rock 'n' roll

(All right, Nik, let’s rock)

Your daughters have dropped out of panties and bras

They walk around naked at music bazaars

They lie down with long-hairs, they make love to guitars

They ride round in vans, not in limousine cars

Rock 'n' roll music has taken their souls

Possesses their minds, your babies it stole

Rock road to ruin it’s full of great holes

It’s evil music;

it’s rock 'n' roll

Rock 'n' roll music killed all your best sons

Dying for the sins that you never done

Their songs pressed in plastic and they’re dressed as tin cans

They just didn’t ask it, they never made plans

Rock 'n' roll music has taken their souls

Possesses their minds, your babies it stole

Rock 'roll music yeah it’s takin' its toll

It’s evil music;

it’s rock 'n' roll

I like it

I know it’s evil

But I like it

Oh, it’s evil rock

Yes, I like it

It’s evil

But I like it

It’s evil

But I like it

It’s evil

But I like it

It’s evil

Evil, but I like it