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I was born under the sign of LibraOctober, eighteen, seven o'clockI must have had it bad, 'cause in the cradle I hadMy mother said, before noon I was trying to rockMy mother said, before noon I was trying to rockFor years I tried to make A gradesTo satisfy my Mom and PopIn music I'm boss, but in Math, I was lostI guess my head was full of nothing but rockI guess my head was full of nothing but rockHear they're swinging the Fox Trot at the hotelHear the country picking 'round the clockPick up some sounds of the jazz aroundBut if you dig what you hear, you dig rockAh, if you dig what you hear, you dig rockThe thing I'm gon' tell my dick jockSo he can sock it to me 'round the clockSpend an hour of Bach in his original rockAnd if you dig what he's playing, you dig rockAnd if you dig what he's playing, you dig rock Aus Songtexte Mania