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