Diary for Rock'N'Roll Men

There's a diary for rock 'n' roll men You catch'em as they free their minds From one crowded street to another From one hog town to the next They'll tell you why the world stands on end Why music is the luck of friends From any state to any province There's a diary for rock 'n' roll men There gonna tell ya Sometimes we got smokin' guns, rock 'n' roll whips Sometimes we got lemon twist lips Sometimes we like circles and dots Sometimes we like love we like open hearts Sometimes we get electric shocks We get our words mixed up We get stomach knots Sometimes we write the diary for rock 'n' roll men Sometimes we are... There's a diary for rock 'n' roll men They get anxious and lose their minds They dream about setting those misty cities on fire again They'll tell you why the world stands on end Why music is the luck of friends From any state to any province There's a diary for rock 'n' roll men They're gonna tell ya Sometimes we got smokin' guns, rock 'n' roll whips Sometimes we got lemon twist lips Sometimes we like circles and dots Sometimes we like love we like open hearts Sometimes we get electric shocks We get our words mixed up We get stomach knots Sometimes we write the diary for rock 'n' roll men Sometimes we are... We're going to tell you Sometimes we got smokin' guns, rock 'n' roll whips Firecracker eyes and lemon twist lips