I came out of the fifties
   Now that's when men were men
   I am like the red red rooster
   Always couping hens
   I guess that I am a rarity
   Some call a dying breed
   I am a macho bronco stallion
   Call me Mr. Seed
  
   I am a rocker, I am a rocker
   I am a rolling stone
   I am a rocker, I am a rocker
   I am one big bone
   I am a rocker, I am a rocker
   Motorcycle man love don't fit in the can
  
   When you're talking Elvis
   Well, I saw him yesterday
   He touched me on the shoulder
   Asked if he could play
   I buttered up my ducktail
   Put on my long black drape
   I polished up my Bonniville
   To make those girlies gape
  
   I am one of life's miracles
   I have my fate in my hands
   I see my colours before me
   I am the outlaw man
  
   Jimmy Dean was riding
   Next to me and Steve McQueen
   And we're burning up the
   Up the street now
   And we're looking pretty mean
   I am not living in the past
   And I am not history
   I am here to set the records straight
   Unlock this mistery