I'm a steamroller baby. I'm 'bout to roll all over you. I'm a steamroller baby. I'm 'bout to roll all over you. I'm gonna inject your soul. With sweet rock'n'roll, poor heaven.
There is a young cowboy, he lives on the range. His horse and his cattle are his only companions. He works in the saddle and sleeps in the canyons. Waiting for summer, his pastures to change.
Sunny Skies sleeps in the morning. He doesn't know when to rise. He closes his weary eyes upon the day. Look at him yawning. Throwing his morning hours away.
Slipping away, what can I say, won't you stay inside me, month of May?. And hold on to me golden days, slipping away. Sunshine on my wall to keep my mind on the things I'm saying.
Well, I'm a steamroller, baby. I'm bound to roll all over you. Yes, I'm a steamroller for your love, baby. I like nothing better than a roll all over you.
There's something in the way she moves. Or looks my way, or calls my name. That seems to leave this troubled world behind. If I'm feeling down and blue.
Sunny Skies sleeps in the morning. He doesn't know when to rise. He closes his weary eyes upon the day. Look at him yawning. Throwing his morning hours away.
There's something in the way she moves. Or looks my way, or calls my name. That seems to leave this troubled world behind. If I'm feeling down and blue.