Scene I.
Narrator 1: In the beginning…there was a rock. In fact there were a lot of rocks! And like all rocks, these rocks had to be moved…”
(Passing a rock from Cave Person to Cave Person)
Cave Person #1: Oo!
Cave Person #2: Muh!
Cave Person #3: Chuk!
Cave Person #4: Uh!
(State this 3 times with increasing frustration)
(Start Recording)
Cave Person #1: There’s got to be an easier way to do this!
Cave Person #2: Why don’t we just roll it?
Narrator 1: And the rest…is history! Ladies and gentleman, welcome to the history of the music we call…Rock and Roll!

We Put the Rock
(Into the Rock and Roll)
Oo muh chuk-a, oo muh chuk-a, oo mow mow mow ma,
Oo muh chuk-a, oo muh chuk-a, oo mow mow mow ma,
Oo muh chuk-a, oo muh chuk-a, oo mow mow mow ma,
Oo muh chuk-a, oo muh chuk-a, oo!
(Chorus)
We put the rock, (we put the rock)
We put the roll (we put the roll)
Since the dawn of time we’ve only had one goal,
We put the rock, rock, rock into the Rock and Roll.
(Repeat Chorus)
Long before the wheel and electricity,
We had fire, and we had the rhythm,
And we had melody.
Oo muh chuk-a, oo muh chuk-a, oo mow mow!
(Repeat Chorus)
We put the rock, rock, rock into the Rock and Roll.
We put the rock, rock, rock into the Rock and…
Oo muh chuk-a, oo muh chuk-a, R…OOO…LLL!
ROCK!

Scene II.
Announcer #1: Hellooooooo, teens and teenyboppers, boys and bobby soxers! Welcome to R-O-C-K, Rock, Rock, Rock and Roll radio! Here we play the hits from Berry to Jerry, from Chubby to Buddy, from Elvis to Pelvis!
Ladies and Gentlemen, up next from Memphis, with love, the one, the only…the King of Rock and Roll!!
(Start Recording)

I’m the King
I keep my feet in blue suede shoes,
I like rock and roll and I dig the blues,
My body starts movin’ when I sing, ‘cuz I’m the King.
He’s the King, He’s the King!
Huh! Yeah, I’m the King, (King, King, he’s the King!)
Yeah, I’m the King, (King, King, he’s the King).
Now don’t-cha call me Count or the Duke of Earl, ‘cuz I’m the King!
He’s the King, He’s the King!
Now you can love me tender, and I’ll be your teddy bear,
And even that lazy ol’ hound dog knows I ain’t no square!
I got ‘em all shook up down at the Heartbreak Hotel,
When I play my guitar, just like a ringin’ a bell, uh well I thank my lucky stars above,
‘cuz I’m a hunk-a hunk-a hunk of burnin’ love!
Yeah, I’m the King, (King, King, he’s the King!)
Yeah, I’m the King, (King, King, he’s the King).
Now don’t-cha call me Count or the Duke of Earl, ‘cuz I’m the King!
He’s the King, He’s the King!
Huh! Now don’t-cha call me Count or the Duke of Earl,
‘cuz I’m the King!
He’s the King, He’s the King!
Yeah, I’m the King, the real King of rock and roll.

Scene III.
Annette: Oh, Frankie, remember the night we first met?
Frankie: Sure, Annette. We were at the beach listening to the King of
Rock and Roll!
Annette: Gee, Frankie, let’s go back down to that beach and rekindle that feeling!
Frankie: Sure, Annette, let’s get my surf board, load up the woody and hit the beach!
Annette: Oh, Frankie! You’re the best!
Frankie: I know!
(Start Recording)

Hot Summer Nights/Let’s Surf
Hot summer nights when we met,
Slow dancin’ we’ll never forget,
Now the sun is shinin’ and the sky is blue,
So hop in my woody, here’s what we can do.
Let’s go surfin’ at Malibu, sha na na na, let’s go surf!
You know there’s plenty of sun and fun for you, sha na na na, let’s go surf!
Oh you can catch a wave you shoot the curl,
It’s party time for every boy and girl! Oh, let’s surf!
I got the Beach Boys blastin’ on the radio, sha na na na, let’s go surf!
I’m wearin’ my baggies and I’m ready to go, sha na na na, let’s go surf!
So wax up your board and hold on tight,
When you catch a wave, it’s out of sight. Oh, let’s surf!
Oo…..oo, Oo…ooo Oo…..oo, Oo…ooo
So wax up your board and hold on tight,
When you catch a wave, it’s out of sight! Oh, let’s surf!
SURF’S UP!

(pronounced shoo)

We Never Cut Our Hair
We shake our heads out in the air,
We really haven’t got a care,
What do we say when people stop and stare?
“We never cut our hair!”
We’re warning barbers to beware,
Aware that we’ve got hair to spare,
Go ahead and criticize us if you dare,
“We never cut our hair!”
We’re fab, we’re famous, you know nothing can compare.
Don’t try to change us ‘cuz you haven’t got a prayer,
Got a prayer, got a prayer!
We’re here, we’re there, we’re everywhere,
We drive our parents to despair.
Our hair has flair that’s rare and this we swear,
We never cut our hair!
We never cut our hair! We never cut our hair!
No, no, no, no! Yeah!

Scene V.
Wilma: Norman! Norman! Look at that one over there! He’s got hair down to his waist!
Norman: Yah, he does, Wilma! Is it a boy or a girl?... Wilma, a boy or a girl?
Wilma: Yah, well, I can’t really tell, Norman. Must be a hippy…yah, that’s right…a hippy!
Norman: Yah… or worse!
Wilma: Yah…you betcha, Norman! Maybe he’s one of those Flower Children I’ve been reading about in the newspapers!
Norman: Yah! Or a radical!...I think he’s probably a radical!
Wilma: A radical!!?!
Both: (After a pause) Yah!
(Start Recording)
Wilma: Well, now there’s a nice boy, Norman, a real nice boy.
Norman: Yah, he sure is! Son…son, what are you doing here? You don’t look like you belong here at Woodstock!

Wilma: Look out, Norman! One of them is coming over here!
Norman: Yah, he sure is! Be careful Wilma.
(Start Recording)
Hippy #1: Hey man! Don’t you see what’s really happening here? There’s just a bunch of people saying, “Love is a good thing!”
Hippy #2: Brotherhood is cool. Let’s work together. All they are saying is, “give peace a chance.” (Hand flowers to the trio).
Preppie: Give peace a chance? Sounds like a great idea!
All Hippies: Yah!

Together
Together, you and me,
Together, that’s the way it should be,
Together, we can agree,
That we can love one another together.
We can fix what’s wrong, together,
We can do what’s right, together,
We can give peace a chance, together,
If we try, if we try, if we try, if we try.
Together, you and me,
Together, that’s the way it should be,
Together, we can agree,
That we can love one another together.
Together, TOGETHER!

Scene: VI.
Announcer #3: Ladies and gentlemen, coming to you live from the Apollo Theater in Harlem, New York, the one and only…Godfather of Soul!
Godfather of Soul: Huh! I feel good!
Announcer #3: Tell us, how does it feel to be on the same stage as great performers like The Spinners, The Persuasions and The Supremes?
Godfather of Soul: Huh! I feel good!
Announcer #3: And how does it feel to be one of the leading figures in the development of Soul music in this country?
Godfather of Soul: Huh, I feel good!
Announcer #3: Tell us, how does it feel to be performing “Live” at the Apollo
Theater in New York City?
Godfather of Soul: New York City??? Huh! I feel good!
(Start Recording)

It’s in My Soul
When I wake in the midnight hour,
And I go for a midnight stroll,
In my heart I can feel the power,
It’s in my soul, in my soul!
Now we’re a new generation,
All across the nation!
Every boy and every girl,
We respect ourselves around the world!
When I wake in the midnight hour,
And I go for a midnight stroll,
In my heart I can feel the power,
It’s in my soul, in my soul! … (I feel good)
It’s in my soul, in my soul! … (I knew that I would now)
It’s in my soul, in my soul! … (Joy to the World)
It’s in my soul, in my soul! … (Hey, hey, hey)
It’s in my soul!

Scene VII:
(Start Recording)
Narrator #2: What’s that sound?
Narrator #3: What?
Narrator #2: I said, What’s that sound? Is there a marching band rehearsing in there?
Narrator #3: No, it’s just a disco!
Narrator #2: A what?
Narrator #3: A disco!
Narrator #2: A What?
Narrator #3: A D-I-S-C-O!!

D-I-S-C-O
Disco, has a beat for your feet,
Disco, it repeats and repeats,
Disco, not much to understand,
It keeps pounding, pounding, pounding!
Disco, not much melody,
Disco, not much harmony,
Disco, not much subtlety,
It keeps pounding, pounding, pounding!
D-I-S-C-O,
Can’t hear a thing at the D-I-S-C-O.
Guess who I saw?
John Travolta was there in his white poly-wear,
If he’s lucky his pants won’t tear! Don’t go there!
D-I-S-C-O,
My mother warned me ‘bout D-I-S-C-O.
Why did I go?
It’s hard to find your groove when there’s no room to move,
Tell me, what are you tryin’ to prove? Better forget about it!
D-I-S-C-O!

Scene VIII.
Cave Person #1: What was all that sound? And who were all those people?
Cave Person #2: Those were all your relatives, and that was Rock and Roll!
Hippy #1/Heavy Metal Kid: Hey, dudes, love your threads! Did you dig our Heavy Metal?
Cave Person #3: Metal?
Rapper Kid: Or is Rap music more your style?
Cave Person #4: Rap?
Retro-Pop Kid: I’ll bet you love Retro-Pop?
Country Kid: Country Rock?
R&B Kid: Rhythm and Blues?
Grunge Kid: Grunge Rock?
All Cave People: Ugh!
Cave Person #1: I’m more of a …Rolling Stones fan myself! (drum lick)
All Kids: Yah!
Cave People: What in the world have we started?
Hippy #2: Hey, everybody! Long live Rock and Roll!!
All: Long live Rock and Roll!!

We Put the Rock
(Into the Rock and Roll)
(Chorus)
We put the rock, (we put the rock)
We put the roll (we put the roll)
Since the dawn of time we’ve only had one goal,
We put the rock, rock, rock into the Rock and Roll.
(Repeat Chorus)
Long before the wheel and electricity,
We had fire, and we had the rhythm,
And we had melody.
Oo muh chuk-a, oo muh chuk-a, oo mow mow mow ma!
(Repeat Chorus)
We put the rock, rock, rock into the Rock and Roll.
We put the rock, rock, rock into the Rock and…
Oo muh chuk-a, oo muh chuk-a, R…OOO…LLL!
ROCK!