| Well, I’m a steamroller, baby
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| I’m bound to roll all over you
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| Yes, I’m a steamroller, baby
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| I’m bound to roll all over you
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| I’m gonna inject your soul with some sweet rock 'n' roll
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| And shoot you full of rhythm and blues
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| Well, I’m a cement mixer
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| A churning urn of burning funk
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| Yes, I’m a cement mixer for you, baby
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| A churning urn of burning funk
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| Well, I’m a demolition derby
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| A hefty hunk of steaming junk
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| Now, I’m a napalm bomb, baby
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| Just guaranteed to blow your mind
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| Yeah, I’m a napalm bomb for you, baby
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| Guaranteed to blow your mind
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| And if I can’t have your love for my own
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| Sweet child, won’t be nothing left behind
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| It seems how lately, baby
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| Got a bad case steamroller blues |