James Taylor
Well, I`m a steamroller, baby
I`m bound to roll all over you
Yes, I`m a steamroller now, baby
I`m bound to roll all over you
I`m gonna inject your soul with some sweet rock `n roll
And shoot you full of rhythm and blues
Well, I`m a cement mixer
A churning urn of burning funk
Yes, I`m a cement mixer for you, baby
A churning urn of burning funk
Well, I`m a demolition derby (yeah)
A hefty hunk of steaming junk
Now, I`m a napalm bomb, baby
Just guaranteed to blow your mind
Yeah, I`m a napalm bomb for you, baby
Oh, guaranteed, just guaranteed to blow your mind
And if I can`t have your love for my own (now)
Sweet child, won`t be nothing left behind
It seems how lately, baby
Got a bad case of steamroller blues