Great American union rules with a fist, a smile, and a gun. Great American napalm lights up the sky like the sun.
Long ago life was clean, sex was bad and obscene, and the rich were so mean. Stately homes for the Lords, croquet lawns, village greens, Victoria was my queen.
The King is dead, rock is done. You might be through, but I've just begun.
You don't have to be a genius to find the hidden potential deep in your mind.
Surviving, that's my plan.
Our repertoire consisted of rhythm and blues, sort of country rhythm and blues, Sonny Terry things.