(Charles E. Calhoun)

Pick me a town in any clime

Where people like a rockin' time

And stay awake both day and night

And everybody's feeling good and right

Then throw me

Smack dab in the middle

Pitch me

Smack dab in the middle

Fling me

Well, let me rock and roll to satisfy my soul

I want ten Cadillacs and a diamond mill

Ten suits of clothes all dressed to kill

Ten room house, some barbecue

And fifty chicks not over twenty-two

Then throw me

Smack dab in the middle, I like it baby

Flop me

Smack dab in the middle

Chuck me

Well, let me rock and roll to satisfy my soul

I want a lotta bread and gangs of meat

Oodles of butter and something sweet

Gallons of coffee to wash it down

And bi-carbonated soda by the pound

Smack dab in the middle

Smack dab in the middle

Well, let me rock and roll to satisfy my soul

I want a big jazz band and a hundred dancing girls

A street that's paved with natural pearl

Bring me a wagonload of bonds and stocks

And then open up the doors to Fort Knox

Then throw me

Smack dab in the middle

Smack dab in the middle

Well, let me rock and roll to satisfy my soul