Lyrics
words to study
I came out of the fifties
Now that's when men were men
I am like the red red rooster,
Always couping hens
I guess that I'm a rarity
Some call a dying breed
I am a macho bronco stallion
Call me Mr. Seed
I'm a rocker
I'm a rocker
I'm a rolling stone
I'm a rocker
I'm a rocker
I'm one big bone
I'm a rocker
I'm a rocker
Motorcycle man
Love don't fit in a can
When you're talking Elvis,
Well I saw him yesterday
He touched me on the shoulder
Asked me if he could play
I buttered up my ducktail,
Put on my long black drape
I polished up my Boneville
To make those girlies gape
I'm a rocker
