(Weit, oops!)
(Weit, weit in die Ferne
Man hört, man hört die Musik...)
Just got back from the downtown palace
Where the music was so sweet
It knocked me right back in the alley
I'm ready,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm ready
Whoa, whoa, whoa, I'm ready
And I'm really gonna rock tonight
Sweet little lady sings like a songbird
And she sings the opera like you ain't never heard
But she ain't ready
No, no, no, she ain't ready
No, no, no, she ain't ready
And she ain't gonna rock and roll
She's sweet on Wagner
I think she'd die for Beethoven
She loves the way Puccini lays down a tune
And Verdi's always creeping from her room
(Weit, weit in die Ferne
Man hört, man hört die Musik...)
Come on, I'll show you how to sing the blues
Now baby, come on over, you got nothin' to lose
Are you ready,
Hey, hey, hey, are you ready
Ooh, ooh, ooh, are you ready
I wanna show you how to rock and roll
Now listen here, baby she, said to me
Just meet me at the opera house at quarter to three
'Cause I'm ready, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm ready
Woo, hoo, hoo, I'm ready
I'm gonna show you how to sing the blues
She's sweet on Wagner
I think she'd die for Beethoven
She loves the way Puccini lays down a tune
And Verdi's always creeping from her room
Ah, Far far away,
The music, is playing
Well we were a-reeling & a-rocking
All through the night
Yeah we were rocking at the opera house
Until the break of light
And the orcherstra were playing
All Chuck Berry's greatest tunes
And the singers in the chorus
All got off on singing Blues
And as the night grew older
Everybody was as one
The people on the streets came running in
To join in song
To see the opera singer
Singing rock n roll so pure
I thought I saw the mayor there
But I wasn't really sure
But it's all right