I’ve never been the best player, but it ain’t over til it’s over
And though I’m falling into ruins, I’ll never bow to the machines
So blues, booze (and tell me what I did)
I ain’t got no diamonds, indeed…

I didn’t give what was expected, so I should fall down into pieces
I’m not your kind of modern alpha, but I will dance on western coda
So dry clean, nouvelle cuisine
Gotta gotta gotta

Rock back to me, you may roll next to me,
you may walk over me, you may talk dirty to me
but I’m not your man
I’m gonna rock and roll on 47th street

Rock over me, you may roll back to me,
you may walk next to me, you may talk dirty to me
but I’m not your man
I’m gonna rock and roll on 47th street