There's a pulse in the new-born sun
A beat in the heat of noon
There's a song as the day grows long
And a tempo in the tides of the moon
It's all around us and it's everywhere
And it's deeper than Royal blue
And it feels so real you can feel the feeling
And that's The Majesty of Rock, the fantasy of Roll
The ticking of the clock, the wailing of the soul
The prisoner in the dock the digger in the hole
We're in this together and ever
In the shade of a jungle glade
Or the rush of the crushing street
On the plain, on the foamy main
You can never escape from the beat
It's in the mud and it's in your blood
And its conquest is complete
And all that you can do is just surrender
To the Majesty of Rock, the Pageantry of Roll
The crowing of the c***, the running of the foal
The shepherd with his flock, the miner with his coal
We're in this together and ever
When we die, do we haunt the sky
Do we lurk in the murk of the seas
What then, are we born again
Just to sit asking questions like these
I know, for I told me so
And I'm sure each of you quite agrees
The more it stays the same, the less it changes
And that's The Majesty of Rock, the Mystery of Roll
The darning of the sock, the scoring of the goal
The farmer takes a wife, the barber takes a pole
We're in this together and ever
A beat in the heat of noon
There's a song as the day grows long
And a tempo in the tides of the moon
It's all around us and it's everywhere
And it's deeper than Royal blue
And it feels so real you can feel the feeling
And that's The Majesty of Rock, the fantasy of Roll
The ticking of the clock, the wailing of the soul
The prisoner in the dock the digger in the hole
We're in this together and ever
In the shade of a jungle glade
Or the rush of the crushing street
On the plain, on the foamy main
You can never escape from the beat
It's in the mud and it's in your blood
And its conquest is complete
And all that you can do is just surrender
To the Majesty of Rock, the Pageantry of Roll
The crowing of the c***, the running of the foal
The shepherd with his flock, the miner with his coal
We're in this together and ever
When we die, do we haunt the sky
Do we lurk in the murk of the seas
What then, are we born again
Just to sit asking questions like these
I know, for I told me so
And I'm sure each of you quite agrees
The more it stays the same, the less it changes
And that's The Majesty of Rock, the Mystery of Roll
The darning of the sock, the scoring of the goal
The farmer takes a wife, the barber takes a pole
We're in this together and ever