Поспи, рок-н-ролл

The guys found out

That you wouldn't split the goods.

They'd beat you in school for that

And it used to hurt bad

Without saying a word

Sleep rock-n-roll

Now he's restless and hammered

Now he changing his mind

Such a mild-mannered dope

But he'll never cry

Be sure of that

The guys are tired

You won them over

They're just normal people

Not dogs in their collars

We'll wait till tomorrow

And its very good morning

So sleep rock-n-roll