You say you like music of a classical kind
But you cover your ears when I play mine.
What now is classic, then was rock ‘n’ roll.
Today Mozart would’ve been a rock star
With headphones on and a stereo in his car.
He was a new wave writer doin’ classical rock ‘n’ roll.

I said, don’t tell me I ain’t got no class.
I’m workin’ on a rock ‘n’ roll symphony,
I know Mozart would’ve been proud of me.

Before he hit the scene, people’s musical roots
Were Gregorian chants and flutes and lutes.
He rocked the world with his kind of rock ‘n’ roll.
Now the kinds and queens all said, “Forsooth,
This dude’s all right for just a youth,”
And their feet started tappin’
And they called it royal rock ‘n’ roll.

Don’t tell me I ain’t got no class.
I’m workin’ on a rock ‘n’ roll symphony,
I know Mozart would’ve been proud of me.

He did palace gigs and they sat entranced
In their powdered wigs and skin-tight pants.
You can’t tell me he wasn’t writin’ rock ‘n’ roll.

Now some folks say that rock is crass
But it started back then and it’s gonna last,
So dig ol’ Moz’ ’cause he dug rock ‘n’ roll.

Don’t tell me I ain’t got no class.
I’m workin’ on a rock ‘n’ roll symphony,
I know Mozart would’ve been proud of me.

Don’t tell me I ain’t got no class.
I dig ol’ Moz’ ’cause he dug rock ‘n’ roll.
You gotta dig ol’ Moz’ ’cause he dug rock ‘n’ roll.