beena longa time sincea roggandrull
The only thing I'm asking for for Christmas is this.

Look at this description from the Guardian for Chrissakes:

As Lewis tears into Led Zeppelin's Rock and Roll, you wonder if the kids know what they're missing. Barely two minutes long, it is fabulously, breathlessly deranged: Lewis's vocal keeps distorting, as if the microphone can barely cope, as his remarkable piano-playing tussles with Page's slashing guitar. It's great, as is much of what follows - Springsteen's Pink Cadillac, Robbie Robertson's Twilight, John Fogerty's rumbustuous Travellin' Band. Neil Young turns up singing an old Jimmy Reed song for the specific purpose of demonstrating how ill-suited his voice is to singing Jimmy Reed songs, but his guitar solo stings. There's a lot of hokey cross-talk: "Mmm-hmm!", "You're right there, Jerry Lee!", presumably to emphasise what a loveable guy Lewis is.

OH MY GOD "MMM-HMM" AMAZING.