AB/CD - The Rockin' Times

It was in Stockholm town, I was feelin' fine I had some J.D. before I left home Took a cab to the place, I was flyin' in space I was a king upon my throne Headin' for the zoo and we were you know who Everyone was there in the crowd Treat, trash, heavy load and 220 volts Those who usually play so loud, alright These are the rockin' times, the rollin' days We're rock 'n' roll insane The rockin' times, the rollin' days We're rockin' to the grave The rockin' times, the rollin' days We're rock 'n' roll insane The rockin' times, the rollin' days We're rockin' to the grave Joey Tempest took some singing lessons And tried to make it big in the west Well take my advice, take a helpin' hint From the one that you know is the best Martina and the girls in Aphrodite Supplied all the satisfaction Kee Marcello, the master of the guitar Had some beers with his Easy Action, oh yeah These are the rockin' times, the rollin' days We're rock 'n' roll insane The rockin' times, the rollin' days We're rockin' to the grave The rockin' times, the rollin' days We're rock 'n' roll insane The rockin' times, the rollin' days We're rockin' to the grave (-Solo-) These are the rockin' times, the rollin' days We're rock 'n' roll insane The rockin' times, the rollin' days We're rockin' to the grave The rockin' times, the rollin' days We're rock 'n' roll insane The rockin' times, the rollin' days We're rockin' to the grave