Rollaroll

You're sticking to me like a dirty joke

A creeping back stabber

Oh ho oh ho

You hit like a butcher with meat on fire

You're lovin' and hatin'

But you've barely time

Rollaroller, rollaroll ...

Flesh don't feel nothing

When it's stuck to the chari

And there's a doornail .. Well, push on over a

rollaroller

Feeling the pleasure or rollaroll

Oh, captain quire, are you waving goodbye

And there is garbage upon garbage, run up to the sky

Rollaroller, rollaroll ...