Steamroller

Well, I'm a steamroller, babe

I'm bound to roll all over you

Yes, I'm a steamroller now, babe

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, babe

A churning urn of burning funk, mhm

Well, I'm a demolition derby, yeah

A hefty hunk of steaming junk

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, no, no, babe

Now, I'm a napalm bomb, babe

Just guaranteed to blow your mind

Yeah, I'm a napalm bomb for you, baby

Whoa, guaranteed, just, oh

Guaranteed to blow your mind, yeah

And if I can't have your love for my own now

Sweet child, won't be nothing left behind

It seems how lately, babe

Got a bad case steamroller blues