| Rocks in my head |
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Text&Musik: Pugh Rogefeldt Copyright Pugh Rogefeldt / Warner-Chappell |
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Iīm a government man and Iīm working in an office I got last word and I really know what law is Iīm never late for work got no ring around the collar Got a four-door Got a green tweed suite that I wear to church on Sundays The little woman got her sewing cirkles every Monday I donīt like, I wonīt like, I canīt stand rocks in my head Well itīs my job at the immigration building To keep rockīnīroll from our women and
children Drug-crazed bands need a stamp in their passports But I like to yell NO and kick īem in their ass Cause they got long hair and theyīre smelling really funny Got limousines, girls, alcohol and lots of money I donīt like, I wonīt like, I canīt stand these rocks in my head They look so pale ainīt they seen no sunny weather And gosh they must sweat wearing all these furs and leather I bet they live in caves always cringinī from the daylight They put on the shades even when itīs dark as They got no taste, see those colour combinations I bet the Lord was sleaping when he made up these creations I donīt like, I wonīt like, I canīt stand the way that they look
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