Diary for Rock'n'Roll Men

there's a diary for rock 'n' roll men |you catch'em as they free their minds |from one crowded street to another |from one hog town to the next |they'll tell you why the world stands on end |why music is the luck of friends ||from any state to any province |there's a diary for rock 'n' roll men |there gonna tell ya |sometimes we got smokin' guns, rock 'n' roll whips |sometimes we got lemon twist lips |sometimes we like circles and dots |sometimes we like love we like open hearts |sometimes we get electric shocks |we get our words mixed up |we get stomach knots |sometimes we write the diary for rock 'n' roll men |sometimes we are..... ||there's a diary for rock 'n' roll men |they get anxious and lose their minds |they dream about setting those misty cities on fire again |they'll tell you why the world stands on end |why music is the luck of friends |from any state to any province |there's a diary for rock 'n' roll men |they're gonna tell ya |sometimes we got smokin' guns, rock 'n' roll whips |sometimes we got lemon twist lips |sometimes we like circles and dots |sometimes we like love we like open hearts |sometimes we get electric shocks |we get our words mixed up |we get stomach knots |sometimes we write the diary for rock 'n' roll men |sometimes we are..... ||we're going to tell you |sometimes we got smokin' guns, rock 'n' roll whips |firecracker eyes and lemon twist lips|