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'd like nothing better than 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, 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
Goddamn right
Well, I'm a demolition derby baby, uh
A hefty hunk of steaming junk
Mr. McDean got the blues for you and me always and always
(Say what? Say What? Say what?)
Well, I'm a napalm bomb, baby
So guaranteed to blow your mind
I'm a napalm bomb for you, baby, got to tell you one more time
To sit down, stand up, go home back to LA
Stone guaranteed to blow your mind mama, yeah
And if I can't have your love for my own to take home and keep me warm
There won't be nothing left behind
Boy, can I, boy, can I, boy
I just don't seem to can't lose (can't lose)
This here lowdown (lowdown)
Nowhere (nowhere)
Half life (half life)
Free strive (free strive)
Fat fries
Chicken choking motherfucking
Oh, roll on over
I got those steam roll blues
(I got the blues, I got the blues)
I'm gonna roll all over you
Yes, I'm a steamroller for your love, baby
I'd like nothing better than 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, 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
Goddamn right
Well, I'm a demolition derby baby, uh
A hefty hunk of steaming junk
Mr. McDean got the blues for you and me always and always
(Say what? Say What? Say what?)
Well, I'm a napalm bomb, baby
So guaranteed to blow your mind
I'm a napalm bomb for you, baby, got to tell you one more time
To sit down, stand up, go home back to LA
Stone guaranteed to blow your mind mama, yeah
And if I can't have your love for my own to take home and keep me warm
There won't be nothing left behind
Boy, can I, boy, can I, boy
I just don't seem to can't lose (can't lose)
This here lowdown (lowdown)
Nowhere (nowhere)
Half life (half life)
Free strive (free strive)
Fat fries
Chicken choking motherfucking
Oh, roll on over
I got those steam roll blues
(I got the blues, I got the blues)
Credits
Writer(s): James Taylor
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