When coming back from New York City Got arrested They found my nitty gritty Even took my fritos Tape off the radio
I bout had a heart attack Just get silly and waste it They gonna see me on the TV I'm afraid my mamma and my daughter Won't love no more
But it's alright
We take it on the chin And get up again We roll with the punches To the very end We keep on, keeping on We roll on
We take it on the chin And get up again We roll with the punches To the very end We keep on, keeping on We roll on
Ah, coming back home from the bar She confesses, She is in love with the stars I said that's cool baby I'm a space cadet for reals
She said it's a fact You won't go far, you never get this You got a house and two cars Come sunrise we was heading for the Hollywood hills But it's all right
We take it on the chin And get up again We roll with the punches To the very end We keep on, keeping on We roll on
We take it on the chin And get up again We roll with the punches To the very end We keep on, keeping on We roll on, yeaa We roll on, yeaa We roll on, yeaa We roll on, yeaa
So get rollin'
We take it on the chin And get up again We roll with the punches To the very end We keep on, keeping on We roll on Yeaa We roll on!
We take it on the chin And get up again We roll with the punches To the very end We keep on, keeping on We roll on Yea! We take it on the chin And get up again We roll with the punches To the very end We keep on, keeping on We roll on
We roll on, yeaa! We roll on, yeaa! We roll on, yeaa! We roll on, yeaa!
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