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 . . .