^ENo copulation, no revolution ^ASaid the young Marquis de Sade ^EBut all the whips in France ain't gonna get me ^F#Fuckin' on a^B barracade ^EFrom the schoolboys on it was one big con ^AAs we hung around the hockey teams ^EIn each boys brain the dream was the same ^F#All I ever went t^Bo do is get laid ^ENow the whole wide world has a better idea ^AAnd it shook us all to the core ^EYou follow some two-year fairy tale ^F#Into happy ev^B#ermore ^EThe sleepy priest at the bridal feast ^AHis hands make a holy sign ^EAnd as the ^F#bride ho^G#es into the wed^Ading cake ^BShe's a-singin' in the back of her mind ^BCome on, come on ^EI'm gonna roll ya all night long .

REPEAT . . Well I took that crap for a little while And it kept me off the street Then I met me a lady with a shady past And manners like a dog on heat Those musos hummin' when they see her comin' Make a noise like a hurricane When you see that line at the dressing-room door You know she's just spread 'em for the boys again Well there ain't nothin' better than to rip your sweater In a bang behind the stage Or the drawn out sigh as you feel her thigh Then you stop and estimate her age If she's turned fourteen she's a rock'n'roll queen You can give her anything you choose And when she whispers Honey it's the money or the box You know money's so easy to lose Come on, come on I'm gonna roll ya all night long . . .

Cold Chisel - Im gonna roll ya