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, well come on, well come on, boys
I just don't seem to care, or to lose
This ain't lowdown nowhere
Half while, freestyle
Fat-fried, cheeky cocaine
Oh, roll on over
I've got those steamroller blues!