Well, I′m a steamroller, baby I'm bound to roll all over you Yes, I′m a steamroller now, baby
I'm bound to roll all over you I'm gonna inject your soul with some sweet rock ′n′ roll And shoot you full of rhythm and blues Well, I'm a cement mixer baby A churning urn of burning funk Yea, I′m a cement mixer for you baby A churning urn of burning funk Well, I'm a demolition derby A hefty hunk of steaming junk Well I′m a napalm bomb for you baby So guarantee to blow your mind high up I'm a napalm bomb for you baby So guarantee to blow your mind high up
Writer(s): James Taylor