Just Struck Gold

I'm Doctor Feelgood
I'm a walking party in the neighbourhood
I got atomic boots
A smokestack lightning and a head full of soot
I'm eating cinnamon cake
I got more bracelets than a rattlesnake
My name is Ronnie B. Goode
I gotta gotta gotta gotta knock on wood

Whoah-oh, whoah-oh, this is soul
Whoah-oh, whoah-oh, it's rock and roll
Whoah-oh, here's one kid who never will grow old
Don't you know that life's a stroll
I just struck gold

Well, I'm a man on the move
I can paint your picture, I can nail this groove
I got silicone wrists
A mojo rising and a voodoo riff
I got fingers of fire
I'm the holy roller and the heavenly choir
All the young dudes
They'd like to try and catch up with me if they could

Whoah-oh, whoah-oh, well this is soul
Whoah-oh, whoah-oh, it's rock and roll
Whoah-oh, here's one kid, hey, who never will grow old
Don't you know that life's a stroll
I just struck gold

Whoah-oh, whoah-oh, this is soul
Whoah-oh, whoah-oh, it's rock and roll
Whoah-oh, here's one kid who never will grow old
Don't you know that life's a stroll
I just struck gold
Here's one kid who never will grow old
Don't you know that life's a stroll
I just struck gold



Credits
Writer(s): David Sinclair, Unknown
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