I've been on my shit, 'cause I'm hot now I ain't used to get it but I got it now You can't tell me shit, tell me nothin' Anything I want, I pull up in Two joints, that's double homicide Cop one for you and your friends Rolling papers two

Sometimes I feel turned around And upside down And sometimes maybe I drink too much But my heart's still in touch I remember standing tall telling you I'm gonna be a rock n roll star When someone said "Sit down boy" "You already are" So raise your hands

Baseball cap and flannel arms Dancing with a voodoo doll Sweat rolls down the old guitar Seeing things the way they are A crooked look lay on his brow Beside a wisecrack whiskey mouth Tip up the bottle and pour him out Here he is again

Wait a while eternity Old Mother Nature's got nothin' on me Come to me, run to me, come to me now I'm rollin' my sweetheart I'm flowin' by God It was Christmas in prison and the food was real good We has turkey and pistols carved out of wood I dream of

Got to roll me Got to roll me (Keep on rolling) Baby, I can't stay Mmm yeah! (Woo, woo) Women think I'm tasty, but they're always tryin' to waste me Make me burn the candle right down But, baby, baby, don't need no jewels in my crown 'Cause all you women

Walking the blues Man slow down We'll get there take your time don't walk so fast Stay on your roller I don't blame people Saying "rocking the blues" 'Cause man this is it Now I think I'll relax That's the way to relax

I'm all for you body and soul My life a wreck you're making I'd gladly surrender myself to you body and soul My heart is sad and lonely For you I sigh, for you dear only Why haven't you seen it I spend my days in longing And wondering why it's me you're

Can learn to be I wanna be like you Now I'm the king of the swingers Oh, the jungle VIP I've reached the top and had to stop And that's what botherin' me I wanna be a man, mancub And stroll right into town And be just like the other men

We were wannabe rebels that didn't have a clue In our rock n roll tee shirts and our typically bad attitudes Had no excuses for the things that we'd done We were brave, we were crazy, we were mostly Man I don't know where the time goes Young, young But

Oh, fight me Oh, a candle at my chest and a hand on his knee I woke up and he was screaming, I'd left him dreaming I roll over and shake him tightly and whisper If they want you, oh, they're gonna have to fight me I woke up on a bench on Shepherd's Bush