I make Rock 'n' Roll records I sell 'em for a dime I make my living and, feed my children All in your good time The Blues they go for a quarter Is guaranteed to satisfy It's a real, funky deal Don't let it pass you by If your evening sun don't shine, my

You're not the only one With mixed emotions You're not the only ship Button your coat Let's go out dancing Adrift on this ocean That's feeling lonesome Button your lip, baby Go for the throat

Tip it on back, make it feel good Sip a little more than you know you should Let the smoke roll, off your lips Let it all go whatever it is and tip it on back I don’t wanna remember what I’m here to forget tonight So tip it on back I see main street

Tip it on back, make it feel good Sip a little more than you know you should Let the smoke roll, off your lips Let it all go whatever it is and tip it on back I don’t wanna remember what I’m here to forget tonight So tip it on back I see main street

Wheels of fire Born on the other side Of the track Gotta get outta here I won't look back Wild as a hurricane Living in overdrive Let 'em roll

Maybe we can go a little wild and freestyle Hey, it ain't nothing wrong Just making it up as we go along Find a little rock 'n' roll hallelujah Throw your hands up high Let the speed remove your pain Singing hey, hey, hey We can do it old school, ABC

I can't let it get me down Change my smile into a frown (I can't let it get me down, change my smile into a frown) Last night and the night before Twenty-five robbers at my door I got up and let 'em in But I missed 'em all with a rollin' pin Alright they

Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time I'm rolling that roof off, letting in sky I shine, the city never looked so bright I got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive I wanna be free I wanna just live Inside my Cadillac, that is my shit Now

Na-na, na-na-na, na Friday can't come fast enough Here's to another week gone Raise 'em up and sing along Let the good times roll when the guitars play Alarm clock, ding-dong, pants up, boots on Coffee, cigarette, blue-collar breakfast Hard hat, fork

Tip it on back, make it feel good Sip a little more than you know you should Let the smoke roll, off your lips Let it all go whatever it is and tip it on back I don’t wanna remember what I’m here to forget tonight So tip it on back I see main street