No copulation, no revolution
Said the young Marquis de Sade
But all the whips in France ain t gonna get me
in 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 .
REPEAT
. .
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 . . .
