She's an idle child, high society Never pushed a broom, not physically Her eyes are down on you, her nose is up Never spill your whiskey when she fill
I can tell by the look in your eyes, I can tell by the way you sigh That you know I've been thinking of you And you know what I want to do. Oh Jean, Oh
You paint a picture So it's plain to see Ain't no hiding No security I'll be watching Every move you make When you hear the rattle Better be awake Chorus
You've been ???? baby You've been singin' in the bed You've been actin' like a lady Not a dirty photograph Then tonight I came home early ???? It's been
Leave me alone Like a dog with a bone Like a stone that's been thrown Let me be on my own CHORUS: Let me rock Let me roll Let me rock Let me rock in
Same Tune As "Bonny" (Loch Lomand) I'll take the high road And you'll take the low road And I'll be in Scotland afore ye But me and my true love
(young - young) Get ready You think your kinda tough You're walkin' kinda rough When you want any more You go fast wo' wo' wo' Things go tough And you
Wooo When I see a pretty woman You know it give me a thrill And she's tailor made to order You know I can't stand still And you won't need a doctor '
Got the word, getting ready Gonna get my pay from ? ? ? ? I'm in light, ? ? ? ? When the action is hot, ? ? ? ? No town, no city Gonna be free from
(young - young) I got a big fat cadillac built for you I got a honk that'll blow the avenue Got a hot dog kickin' all bend my thing Got a a sugar looking
(young - young) Oh yeah Well there be no words of fighting around here 'cause nothin' don't matter 'cause it ain't clear Well it could be on a monday
(young - young) I look at my watch to find out the right time of the day I look at her libido hey hey hey I gotta get up and climb her, to roll her on
Come on baby give me your hand Check out the high spots, the lay of the land Need a little lovin' in a big limousine (?) Oooh, come on over baby and I
Well I was out on a drive On a bit of a trip Lookin' for thrills To get me some kicks Now I warn you ladies I shoot from the hip I was born with a stiff
yeah oh yeah yeah yeah Don't you give me no line Better run if you can Just like a thorn in my side So don't give me no Don't you give me no Don't
Well they move on down And they crawl around Walkin' sideways Sideways walkin' Gives me the blues And then you start to scratch And they start to hatch
Whiskey, gin and brandy With a glass I'm pretty handy I'm trying to walk a straight line On sour mash and cheap wine So join me for a drink boys We're
She make the place a jumpin' The way she move around She like a romp and rollin' That when she get it out And when she start a rockin' She bring me to
