Mr. Rock N' Roll

There is a downtown cowboy, rolling in the streets Covered in tattoos, wearing golden rings I step inside that smoky bar where he's standing Staring at his face, and I hear myself asking Who are you Mr. Rock N' Roll? Who are you Mr. Rock N' Roll? Who are you Mr. Rock N' Roll? Who are you Mr. Rock N' Roll? He said: I'm a man with a simple kind of life Living in the fast lane, rolling the dice Shocked looks, is what the girls are giving me But I Kinda like the sound, when I hear them whispering Who are you Mr. Rock N' Roll? Who are you Mr. Rock N' Roll? Who are you Mr. Rock N' Roll? Who are you Mr. Rock N' Roll? I've been running around making a racket Trying to be bad, but I'm really bad at it No one knows what's inside the shell Sometimes I even ask myself Who are you Mr. Rock N' Roll? Who are you Mr. Rock N' Roll? Who are you Mr. Rock N' Roll? Who are you Mr. Rock N' Roll? Who are you Mr. Rock N' Roll? Who are you Rock N' Roll Who are you Rock N' Roll Who are you Mr. Rock N' Roll?