James Taylor

Well, I'm a steamroller, baby

I'm bound to roll all over you

Yes, I'm a steamroller now, baby

I'm bound to roll all over you

I'm gonna inject your soul with some sweet rock 'n roll

And shoot you full of rhythm and blues

Well, I'm a cement mixer

A churning urn of burning funk

Yes, I'm a cement mixer for you, baby

A churning urn of burning funk

Well, I'm a demolition derby (yeah)

A hefty hunk of steaming junk

Now, I'm a napalm bomb, baby

Just guaranteed to blow your mind

Yeah, I'm a napalm bomb for you, baby

Oh, guaranteed, just guaranteed to blow your mind

And if I can't have your love for my own (now)

Sweet child, won't be nothing left behind

It seems how lately, baby

Got a bad case of steamroller blues