Steamroller.kar

Well, I'm a steamroller, babe,
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 churnin' urn of burnin' funk.

Yes, I'm a cement mixer for you, babe,
a churnin' urn of burnin' funk, mm, mm, hmm.

Well, I'm a demolition derby, yeah,
a hefty hunk of steamin' junk,
woh woh, woh woh woh, no no, baby.

Now, I'm a napalm bomb, babe,
just guaranteed to blow your mind.

Yeah, I'm a napalm bomb for you, baby,
woh, guaranteed, just stoned guaranteed
to blow your mind, yeah.

And if I can't have your love for my own, now,
sweet child, won't be nothin' left behind.

It seems how lately, babe,
got a bad case o' steamroller blues.