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