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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