Rock on Over

Slicking back my hair and trying not to look uptight
I put my new clean trousers on and head into the night
I pass the disco on the corner which is not far from my block
But that's not where you will find me 'cause I only like to Rock'n Roll

The bus comes 'round the corner, everybody jumps inside
Direction of the bus depends a whole lot on the tide
But since the tide is low now, and the neon lights are high
The bus heads for rock city, where I slip in on the sly

Gonna rock on over
Gonna rock on over
Gonna rock on over - to the edge of the world

Pushin' to the bar to get myself a drink
I say hello to Bernie who says Shila's on the blink
Ronald's sick of Judy, she has thrown up by the door
The band strikes up the music and I head out on the floor

I meet a lovely lady there, she says her name is Jane
Her smile says she's a killer, but her booty's not to blame
We grab each other's bootie, as we head into the john
We do some heavy breathin', before we get it on

Gonna rock on over
Gonna rock on over
Gonna rock on over - to the edge of the world

The night is drawing on now, so they're closing down the bar
The busses they aren't runnin', so I have to walk real far
I close in on sweat city, where the factory whistles lurk
Well, I gotta get some sleep, before I have to go to work

Gonna rock on over
Gonna rock on over
Gonna rock on over - to the edge of the world

Lyrics by Stephen Goodfellow 1981