Steamroller Blues

Well now I'm a steamroller for you babe. I'd rather not to roll all over you.

Yes and I'm a steamroller, now, Babe. Like nothin' better than to roll all over you.

And I'm like a vindicted soul with some sweet Rock-and-Roll

And shoot you full of the Rhythm and Blues baby.

Well well well I'm a cement mixer for you, a churning urn of burning funk.

(Scat vocals) rock that thing and come back home to me. A churning urn of burning funk.

Well I'm a d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-demolition derby for ya baby.

a hefty hunk of steaming junk.

Well I'm a napalm bomb, and guaranteed to blow your mind.

(Night and day!) Well every little once in a while (Night and day!)

I'm a napalm bomb for ya baby (chh-k whoo!) stoned guaranteed (Night and day! Night and day!)

And if I can't have your love to take me home and keep me warm

There won't be nothing left behind. Whoa... Whoa... (Whoa... scat vocals)

N.C.

But it just don't look like it might some day in the far distant future, lord.

I got them steamroller blues (cough)