To mess around and fall in love (don't mess around, don't mess around) 'cause that's a hugging good way Don't come round knocking rock 'n' roll (that's a rocking good way) that's a rocking good way If you're gonna give me good kisses like that Honey

Ain't no time for talking Show me what you got We're gonna get this bed rocking And it ain't gonna stop (You're getting locked up) Roll your body like you do Don't be afraid to move it You got everything I like so

Making memory lane out of old back roads That spot in the woods where the cops don't go Live for a while, for whatever feels good In the moment, on the river, rock the chain When they roll up Main Street in this town We hook up and we roll out All

We don't, we don't, we don't Yeah yeah the punks are done Fuck those rock and rollers All the hip hop kids Think we give a shit, well I just take it over You love those rock and rollers I went out to take a walk with my baby daughter Brought her coat

I got one bad habit (one bad habit) I like to rock 'n' roll Wow, alright I'm not bad, I'm damn good But I'll admit I don't do all I should I don't kill, I don't steal Well, maybe only when I need a meal All I'm saying's true but there's one thing that I

Light it light it, puff it puff it, pass it, pass it I've been puffing, rolling up Cop a lot and pourin' up Plus my niggas know the plug A generation's thrown on drugs Don't give a fuck about your man I'm just seeing what it's hitting for (Bitch I'm

Oh, look what you've done to this rock 'n' roll clown Oh oh, look what you've done Photograph I don't want your Photograph I don't need your Photograph all I've got is a photograph You're all I want, my fantasy I gotta have you Photograph I'm out a love

Oh no, we won't go 'Cause we don't know how to quit, no, no Wherever I go, go Trouble seems to follow Until your breathing stops, stops, stops I only plugged in to save rock and roll, rock and roll I only plugged in to save rock and roll Until

When her song's on the radio A little crazy with a blue jean tear My baby's hands in the air don't have a care Gets a RayBan's stare just about everywhere we go. Jesus and gypsy soul Yeah, that's how she rocks, that's how she rolls. 'Cause she likes to

Sometimes I wonder where will we go Lord, don't take my whiskey, rock and roll I'm headed down a highway, got a suitcase by my side Blue skies hangin' over my head; I got five hundred miles to ride I'm goin' down to Memphis town to play a late night show