Rock ’N’ Roll Heaven

Ooh, sha la la, hear the Angels sing Carry on luggage is all you bring Ooh, sha la la, hear the Angels sing Carry on luggage is all you bring Buddy Holly's waiting with a highball and a grin To show you which room of the motel you're in There's vinyl records on every shelf And the guitar strings all change themselves There's a place in the sky where the beer stays cold The mics are new and the guitars are old The amps go up to 11 In Rock 'N' Roll heaven The promoter's got a pizza and all your bread Every Zeppelin is made of Led There's breakfast all day in every town And every damn seat in the van goes down There's a place in the sky where the beer stays cold The mics are new and the guitars are old The amps go up to 11 In Rock 'N' Roll heaven Rock 'N' Roll heaven The stage is made of mahogany boards You only need to know three cords There's a Chevy at the levy, light strings sound heavy You'll cure the Summertime Blues 20 flights up with Eddie Ooh, sha la la, hear the Angels sing Carry on luggage is all you bring Ooh, sha la la, hear the Angels sing Chuck Berry singing, "My Ding-a-Ling" Ooh, sha la la Ooh, sha la la Ooh, sha la la Ooh, sha la la The amps go up to 11