And it came to pass, that rock ‘n’ roll was born. All across the land, every rockin’ band was blowing up a storm.
The guitar man got famous. The businessman got rich. And in every bar there was a super star with a seven year itch.
There were fifteen million fingers, learning how to play. And you could hear the fingers picking, and this is what they had to say: Let there be light. Sound. Drums. Guitar.
OOOOOOHHHHHHH, LET THERE BE ROCK!!!—Brian Johnson
I listen to this song often while working on my body. It never fails to get me going.