Some came out of the song they sang
Chopping up storms on the chain gas
The gospel wailing, as good as it gets
Ain't not faces, nothing but necks
Oh, they don't make them like that anymore

He sometime ties strings on wooden crates
To make do with a teacher's space
And some came running from plantation
With a whole lot of magic on the end of their arms
Oh, they don't make them like that anymore

This ain't rock and roll
And I don't know what this is
But it sure ain't rock and roll

Some came traveling on the tide
Some wound up on Moz's side
And some came trickling up the dams
And some turned into national anthems
They don't make them like that anymore

And some of them fresh off the factory floor
They didn't have nothing and they wanted more
They're coughing all over for muffled sounds
And some came out of the horses mouth
Well, they don't make them like that anymore, yeah

Oh, this ain't rock and roll
No, I don't like the look of this
'Cause it sure ain't rock and roll
Oh, let me hear you, girl

But they don't make them like that anymore
But they were the keys that opened up the door, yeah

Well some flew out of the cuckoo's nest
And some flew out of the Filmore West
And some came out of Chicago
And Ohio, piles of 'em, piles of 'em
And they don't make them like that anymore, yeah

No, this ain't rock and roll
You might of got the gist of it
I think you might have missed a bit
But it sure ain't rock and roll, tune me out now

But they don't make them like that
But they don't make them like that
But they don't make them like that anymore, ever