Steamroller (Live)

Well, I'm a steamroller, baby I'm gonna roll all over you Yes, I'm a steamroller for your love, baby I like nothing better than to roll all over you I'm gonna inject your soul With some sweet rock and roll, though And shoot you full of rhythm and blues Well, I'm a, well, I'm a cement mixer, baby A churning urn of burning funk Yeah, I'm a cement mixer for you, baby, yeah A churning urn of burning funk got down right by now, baby Well, I'm a demolition derby, baby A hefty hunk of steaming junk Mr. McD got the blues for you and me Well, wait a second, baby Well, I'm a napalm bomb for you, baby Stone guaranteed to blow your mind I'm a napalm bomb for you, babe Got to tell you one more time To sit down, stand up, go home, back to Willie Stone guaranteed to blow your mind, yeah And if I can't have your love for my own To take home to keep you warm There won't be nothing left behind Oh, broken heart, broken heart, boy I just don't seem to, I can't lose This ain't lowdown nowhere Half a lie, freeze-dried, fat-fried Chicken choking motherfuckin' case Oh, roll on over I've got those steamroller blues!