I'm a cement mixer

A churning urn of burning funk

I'm a cement mixer

A churning urn of burning funk

A hefty hunk steaming junk



I'm a steamroller baby

I'm 'bout to roll over you

I'm a steamroller baby

I'm 'bout to roll over you

I'm gonna inject your soul

With some sweet rock'n'roll

And shoot you full of rhythm and blues



I'm a napalm-bomb

Guaranteed to blow your mind

I'm a napalm-bomb

Guaranteed to blow your mind

If I can't have your love now baby

There won't be nothing left behind