A founding father of our pop rock sound,
Guitar riffs; his voice and it's sonic pound.
Rebounding elders yelling “turn it down!”
Star-fixed gifts hoisted his iconic crown.
Rock and Roll 1950's had nothing to prove,
But to set teenagers on a brand new groove.
Old folk's beset and appalled contrary to
Sweet little sixteen's grown-up moves.
Chuck Berry wailed where scance was before,
Pulled gangly paled kids on to the dance floor.
Made us smile and move to rhythm and blues,
Rolled over Beethoven and told us the news.
Without his mark Rock'n Roll may fade away.
No Beatles, no Stones, Who, or Surfin' USA.
Chuck Berry is now forever in the sun's ray,
His sound embedded in our lives, everyday. . .
Guitar riffs; his voice and it's sonic pound.
Rebounding elders yelling “turn it down!”
Star-fixed gifts hoisted his iconic crown.
Rock and Roll 1950's had nothing to prove,
But to set teenagers on a brand new groove.
Old folk's beset and appalled contrary to
Sweet little sixteen's grown-up moves.
Chuck Berry wailed where scance was before,
Pulled gangly paled kids on to the dance floor.
Made us smile and move to rhythm and blues,
Rolled over Beethoven and told us the news.
Without his mark Rock'n Roll may fade away.
No Beatles, no Stones, Who, or Surfin' USA.
Chuck Berry is now forever in the sun's ray,
His sound embedded in our lives, everyday. . .