Well now it's too damn early and your eyes are bleeding From the vicious bottle the night before And the last thing you need is a nicety-nice And small talk crawls out your ears Maybe it makes you feel just like an undercover Sigmund Freud I hear it makes you feel just like an undercover Sigmund Freud
Hey there, hey now, hey there, hey now Well you can make a pacemaker blink, yeah, easy thing Make a man's heart go bibbity-bom bippity-bom bippity-bom Like a gentle blue pill to inject the chill And no one knew that it ever meant So go on, go on, go on, darling, go on Yeah go on, go on darling, go on, go on
Yeah, the secretaries and typewriters chattering away Chatter-chatter-chatter-chatter Chatter-chatter-chatter, chatter away It ought to make you sick when you hear a woman cry When she don't get just whatever she wants But not my woman, she just keeps on keeping on That's my woman, my woman That moving on shuffle side to side That sure can turn me on
[Chorus:] That dirty-ass rock 'n' roll Dirty-ass rock 'n' roll Yeah, dirty-ass rock 'n' roll Oh, dirty-ass rock 'n' roll Whoa dirty-ass rock 'n' roll Oh oh yeah dirty-ass rock 'n' roll Oh oh
Hey now, hey now, hey now, hey now And the beach is a thing if the bees don't sting Like complaining from a downtown whore I got my plasma patches and my hypodermic in hermetically sealed kid gloves Ah tell me Tell 'em, tell me how you like it Ah tell me Tell it, tell it how you like it
[Chorus:] Ah dirty-ass rock 'n' roll Oh dirty-ass rock 'n' roll Yeah dirty-ass rock 'n' roll Yeah oh dirty-ass rock 'n' roll Oh oh dirty-ass rock 'n' roll Yeah dirty-ass rock 'n' roll Yeah dirty-ass rock 'n' roll Yeah yeah dirty-ass rock 'n' rollTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
