El Rockero

The Rocker, now that's someone
Someone like no other,
He doesn't like being told what to do, he wants to be in charge,
He likes beer even if it gives him a headache,
And his mother always tells him and will tell him
Young man, you'll die!
Yes sir, of course,
The Rocker, that's me! (REPEAT)

And he likes women, and that's where it gets dangerous,
Because he knows he's special,
He laughs at life,
He goes around clean and without love,
But something does matter to him, and that's Rock & Roll
Yes sir, of course,
The Rocker, that's me! (REPEAT)

And it's you, and it's you too, and it's him, and it's the other,
And it's all of us.
Yes sir, of course,
The Rocker, that's me!

And he's the black sheep
And they kick him out of his house,
Because they criticize him at school and fire him from work,
And the priests chase him to save his soul,
But he's already sold it,
He's sold it to Rock and Roll.

Let's go!
Yes sir, of course,
The Rocker, that's me!
And it's you, and it's him,
And it's the other, and it's them,
And we're all!