Rock Cradle Rock (Berry Chuck)

I was born under the sign of Libra October, eighteen, seven o'clock I must have had it bad, 'cause in the cradle I had My mother said, before noon I was trying to rock My mother said, before noon I was trying to rock For years I tried to make A grades To satisfy my Mom and Pop In music I'm boss, but in Math, I was lost I guess my head was full of nothing but rock I guess my head was full of nothing but rock Hear they're swinging the Fox Trot at the hotel Hear the country picking 'round the clock Pick up some sounds of the jazz around But if you dig what you hear, you dig rock Ah, if you dig what you hear, you dig rock The thing I'm gon' tell my dick jock So he can sock it to me 'round the clock Spend an hour of Bach in his original rock And if you dig what he's playing, you dig rock And if you dig what he's playing, you dig rock