Rock N Roll Outlaw lyrics
by Clutch



(Fallon, Gaster, Maines, Sult)In the north they call us Rebels,In the south they call us Yankees,Because every other sucker's born to do the hokey pokeyWith the skillet lickin' time keepers,The grinning reapersOf a missionary rock star.You can rock it like Sir Sisyphus,But even in it's genesisIt's really quite ridiculous,'Lectric hobo, so now you knowNot to clock the Weeble Wobble hot rod gang,Revelator big bang.You can't hang with the heavinesses hungAmong the houses of the rising tongue.No fun to crack the axle,But it's got to be doneBecause whenever you wobble the weeblesYou know that they get ticked off.And in the season of boll-weevil speaking evil in your ear,And a pile of manure fertilizing all your fears,We yabbadabbadoo all the way to Shangri-la.Here it is with the rock and roll outlaw.Where rock is criminal, criminals rock.Where rock is criminal, the criminals, they rockWhere rock is criminal, criminals rock. . . like this!Hee haw, hee haw, hee haw, hee haw,I'm a rock and roll outlaw.