Rollaroll

You're sticking to me like a dirty joke

A creeping back stabber, or a [.....]

You hit like a butcher with meat on fire

You're lovin' and hatin' but you've barely time

Rollaroller, rollaroll

Rollaroller, rollaroll

Rollaroller, oh rollaroller

Rollaroller, rollaroll

I don't feel nothing when it's stuck to the chair

I ain't dead as a doornail when you're not there

Well, push on over a rollaroller

Feeling the pleasure of rollaroll

Oh [....] wire, are you waving goodbye?

And there's garbage upon garbage, right up to the sky

Ah, rollaroller

Rollaroller, ah rollaroll

Rollaroller, rollaroll

Yeah rollaroller, rollaroll

Rollaroller, rollaroll...