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-and-Roll
And shoot you full of Rythm and Blues.
Well, I'm a cement mixer; a churning urn of burning funk.
Well, I'm a cement mixer for you, Babe; a churning urn of burning funk.
Well, I'm a demolition derby, yeah;
a hefty hunk of steaming junk.
Well, I'm a napalm bomb, Babe. just guaranteed to blow your mind.
Yes, I'm a napalm bomb for you, Babe. just guaranteed to blow your mind.
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 of steamroller blues.