Standing on a bridge a midnight,
Looking at the stars and wondering,
How I ever made it through this crazy world of rock 'n' roll.
Cast my mind back to the days,
Nights when I was tired and lonely,
Girls would take me, make me, break me,
In so many different ways.
I don't like rock 'n' roll no more,
I don't like rock 'n' roll no more,
I don't like rock 'n' roll,
But it's in my heart and in my soul,
I don't like rock 'n' roll no more.
I made it in the early sixties,
Though my mind was mixed up, to the point of no return,
A star of stage and screen and radio,
Standing on a bridge at midnight,
Looking at the stars and knowing,
That I really made it through this crazy world of rock 'n' roll.
I don't like rock 'n' roll no more,
I don't like rock 'n' roll no more,
I don't like rock 'n' roll,
But it's in my heart and in my soul,
I don't like rock 'n' roll no more.
Standing on a bridge at midnight,
Looking at the stars and knowing,
That I really made it through this crazy world of rock 'n' roll.
I don't like rock 'n' roll no more,
I don't like rock 'n' roll no more,
I don't like rock 'n' roll,
But it's in my heart and in my soul,
I don't like rock 'n' roll no more.
(Repeat to fade)