Roadkill Rita

Roadkill Rita, Mommy used to beat her
Never would treat her like she's used to
Daddy's little sweetheart, A quintessential dreamer
She ran away said she'll be a winner
But little did she know, what lay beyond that door
Sad, Sad tales of misery
Naivete in hand, Said she had a plan
Runaway baby, Wants the world at her feet

Roadkill Rita, Livin' on the street-aah
A jacket and a guitar's all she needs
Sidewalk strummer, the chords are-a-hummin
She plays that rock n roll just like her heroes
The people gather round, They like to hear her sound
Sad, sad vocal symphony
The critics wrote reviews, from York to Santa Cruz
Runaway Baby, Got the world on its knees

Roadkill Rita, Signed a record deal-aah
Plays her rock n Rollaa by her own rules
From Cobo to Japan, She's got a killer band
Storms the stage n lets it rip like old school
She took on all the odds, Never once thought
That she's ever ever gonna lose
And so this story shows, the spirit of rock n roll
Runaway Baby, Got the world in her hand



Credits
Writer(s): Yasser Ahmad
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