Back when I was an English professor, I had a thing where I'd explain why I thought it was silly to treat rock songs as poetry. My main example was "Tutti Frutti". The words on the page, the words as they might appear in a poetry anthology, are more than a little silly. (There's also the eternal problem that no one can agree on exactly how to spell that immortal first line.) My point, though, was that without Little Richard's impassioned vocal, the lyrics on the page were incomplete. The lyrics didn't belong on a page. They belonged on a record player.