Intro: Well, I'm a steamroller Babe. I'm bound to roll all over you. Yes, I'm a steamroller, now, Babe. I'm bound to roll all over you. I'm gonna inject your soul with some sweet Rock-and-Roll And shoot you full of Rythm and Blues. Well, I'm a cement mixer; a churning urn of burning funk. Well, I'm a cement mixer for you, Babe; a churning urn of burning funk. Well, I'm a demolition derby, yeah; a hefty hunk of steaming junk. Well, I'm a napalm bomb, Babe. just guaranteed to blow your mind. Yes, I'm a napalm bomb for you, Babe. just guaranteed to blow your mind. And if I can't have your love for my own ,now, sweet child, Won't be nothin left behind. It seems how lately, Babe, got a bad case of steamroller blues. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------