Well I'm a
steamroller baby
I'm bound to roll
all over you
Yes I'm a
steamroller now baby
I'm bound to roll
all over you
I'm gonna inject
your soul with
some sweet rock n roll
and shoot you full
of rhythm and blues
Well I'm a
cement mixer a
churning urn of
burning funk
Yes I'm a
cement mixer
for you baby a
churning urn of
burning funk
Well I'm a
demolition derby
a hefty hunk of
steaming junk
Now I'm a
napalm bomb baby
just guaranteed
to blow your mind
Yeah I'm a
napalm bomb for you
baby just guaranteed
to blow your mind
And if I can't have
your love for my own
sweet child won't
be nothing left behind
It seems how lately
baby got a bad case
of steamroller blues