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?
