Ian Hunter - Cleveland Rocks текст песни

(ian hunter)

Three! four!

Three! four!

Three! four!

(bunch of ah-ah-ahs here)

All this energy calling me

Back where it comes from

Its such a crude attitude

Its back where it belongs

All the little kids growing up on the skids are goin

Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks

Jumpin (jean) gene genies, moody james deanies goin

Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks

Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks

Mama knows but she dont care

Shes got her worries too

Seven kids and a phony affair

And the rent is due

All the little chicks with the crimson lips go

Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks

Shes livinin sin with a safety pin

Shes goin cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks

Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks

I got some records from world war two

Ill play em just like me grand dad do

He was a rocker and I am too

Oh cleveland rocks, yeah cleveland rocks

So find a place

Grab a space

And yell and scream for more

Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks

Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks

Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks

Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks

Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks

Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks

(bunch of ah-ah-ahs here)

Three! four!

Three! four!

Three! four!

Ohio