With Only One Thing In Common, They

There Was This Long Lovely Dancer In A Little Club Downtown, Love To Watch Her Do Her Stuff.

Call Me A Relic, Call Me What You Will, Say I'm Old Fashion, Say I'm Over The Hill. Today's Music Ain't Got The Same Soul, I Like That Old Time Rock And Roll.

Like A Rock, Standing Arrow Straight. Like A Rock, Charging From The Gate.

Some People Say Love Is A Losing Game, You Start With Fire And You Lose The Flame. The Ashes Smolder, But The Warmth's Soon Gone, You End Up Cold And Lonely On Your Own.

They Do Respect Her But, They Love To Watch Her Strut.