I got thousand bits of paper
All spinning in my head
I hope I see you later
I can't remember what you said
Something about keeping a grip
Oh, and keeping it tight
Ah, before I lose control
I gotta rock and roll tonight
Yeah
I got way too many questions
They all waiting on my call
I'm losing my direction
I'm dropping every ball
Got to find some cover
These working shoes
Are getting too darn tight
I gotta loosen up
Gotta rock and roll tonight
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Well
Well
Well, you're bleeding for the money
But you never pay it back
Pressure gauge is screaming
And the faces start to crack
This ain't no way to live
Lord, you know
This kind of life ain't right
But before I lose control
I gotta rock and roll tonight
I gotta rock and roll, yeah
Well
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I gotta rock and roll
Gotta rock and roll
Rock and roll
Yeah, yeah, yeah