Steamroller
James Taylor
Well, I'm a steamroller now, baby
I'm gonna roll all over you
Yes, I'm a steamroller, baby
I'm bound to roll all over you
I'm gonna inject your soul with some sweet rock and roll
And shoot you full of rhythm and blues
Well, I'm a cement mixer
A churning urn of burning funk
I'm a cement mixer
A churning urn of burning funk to the bone
I'm a demolition derby
A hefty hunk of steamrolling junk, yeah
Well, I'm a napalm bomb, baby
Just guaranteed to blow your mind, oh yes I am
I'm a napalm bomb, baby
Stone guaranteed to blow your mind
And if I can't have your love for my own
Sweet child, there won't be nothing left behind
It seems how lately
It seems how lately
Got a bad case of steamroller blues
