No copulation, no revolution Said the young Marquis de Sade But all the whips in France ain't gonna get me Fuckin' on a barracade From the schoolboys on it was one big con As we hung around the hockey teams In each boys brain the dream was the same All I ever went to do is get laid Now the whole wide world has a better idea And it shook us all to the core You follow some two-year fairy tale Into happy evermore The sleepy priest at the bridal feast His hands make a holy sign And as the bride hoes into the wedding cake She's a-singin' in the back of her mind Come on, come on I'm gonna roll ya all night long . . . Well I took that crap for a little while And it kept me off the street Then I met me a lady with a shady past And manners like a dog on heat Those musos hummin' when they see her comin' Make a noise like a hurricane When you see that line at the dressing-room door You know she's just spread 'em for the boys again Well there ain't nothin' better than to rip your sweater In a bang behind the stage Or the drawn out sigh as you feel her thigh Then you stop and estimate her age If she's turned fourteen she's a rock'n'roll queen You can give her anything you choose And when she whispers Honey it's the money or the box You know money's so easy to lose Come on, come on I'm gonna roll ya all night long . . .
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