there's a diary for rock 'n' roll men

you catch'em as they free their minds

from one crowded street to another

from one hog town to the next

they'll tell you why the world stands on end

why music is the luck of friends



from any state to any province

there's a diary for rock 'n' roll men

there gonna tell ya

sometimes we got smokin' guns, rock 'n' roll whips

sometimes we got lemon twist lips

sometimes we like circles and dots

sometimes we like love we like open hearts

sometimes we get electric shocks

we get our words mixed up

we get stomach knots

sometimes we write the diary for rock 'n' roll men

sometimes we are.....



there's a diary for rock 'n' roll men

they get anxious and lose their minds

they dream about setting those misty cities on fire again

they'll tell you why the world stands on end

why music is the luck of friends

from any state to any province

there's a diary for rock 'n' roll men

they're gonna tell ya

sometimes we got smokin' guns, rock 'n' roll whips

sometimes we got lemon twist lips

sometimes we like circles and dots

sometimes we like love we like open hearts

sometimes we get electric shocks

we get our words mixed up

we get stomach knots

sometimes we write the diary for rock 'n' roll men

sometimes we are.....



we're going to tell you

sometimes we got smokin' guns, rock 'n' roll whips

firecracker eyes and lemon twist lips