(words & music by Taylor)
  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
    I'm a cement mixer
  A churning urn of burning funk
  I'm a cement mixer
  A churning urn of burning funk
  A hefty hunk, steaming junk
    I'm a steamroller baby
  I'm 'bout to roll over you
  I'm a steamroller baby
  I'm 'bout to roll over you
  I'm gonna inject your soul
  With some sweet rock'n'roll
  And shoot you full of rhythm and blues
    I'm a napalm-bomb
  Guaranteed to blow your mind
  I'm a napalm-bomb
  Guaranteed to blow your mind
  If I can't have your love now baby
  There won't be nothing left behind