The Rock and Roll Heaven Hotel

Oh you'll never get to heaven with that boogie-woogie soul You got to play it straight at the gate They drop down on their knees, they hit the ones and the threes 'Cause Gabe don't syncopate But there's another choice where you can raise your voice And raise yourself a little bit of Hell It's just around the back, you ask for Jumpin' Jack It's the Rock and Roll Heaven Hotel We party in my room eight days a week like it's 1999 I've got a hard-headed women and we don't speak I walk the line spodie-odie walk the line Now you can try and swing where the cherif sings But that harp don't sing no blues And that heavenly choir won't lift you higher and higher Or lay off of your blue suede shoes Now if Johnny feels good he'll let you knock on wood 'Cause there's a party going on right here You can try Peggy Sue or Red Riding Hood With one bourbon, one scotch, one beer But if you need that beat slide up to old Saint Pete And say "I get what you're trying to sell" But boy it's too darn square so could you show me where I'd find the Rock and Roll Heaven Hotel Now if you catch Mabelline on top of Blueberry Hill She'll make you cry, cry, cry There ain't no pill gonna cure your ill Until you dance with the spirit in the sky It's that other choice where you can raise your voice And raise yourself a little bit of Hell It's just around the back, you ask for Captain Jack It's the Rock and Roll Heaven Hotel The Rock and Roll Heaven Hotel