Ugly in the morning
drowning in the booze
fouler than a TV show and honest as the blues
steeper than a mountain
truer than the truth
shallow as a press release in snakeskin boots
born in the dirt
soaked in Champagne
dies every other year and comes back again
Damn right, damn right
it smells funny and it don´t look nice
Damn right, damn right
they call it Rock´n Roll
It swallows money
trinks cocaine
snorts my whiskey
gives feet to the lame
One day, one day when I´m gone
You live to tell the tale of ruin and fun
Not too tender, not too sweet
about as cautious as a rhino in heat
Damn right, damn right
it smells funny and it don´t look nice
Damn right, damn right
they call it Rock´n Roll
born in the dirt
soaked in Champagne
dies every other year and comes back again
Damn right, damn right
it smells funny and it don´t look nice
Damn right, damn right
they call it Rock´n Roll
Damn right, damn right
it smells funny and it don´t look nice
Damn right, damn right
they call it Rock´n Roll
(Dank an Hans für den Text)