Woorden: Kim Mitchell. Diary For Rock 'N' Roll Men.

There's a diary for rock and roll men
You catch them as they free their minds
From one crowded street to another
From one hog town to the next

They'll tell you why the world stands on end
Why music is the luck of friends
From any state to any province
There's a diary for rock and roll men, there gonna tell ya

Sometimes we got smokin' guns, rock and roll whips
Sometimes we got lemon twist lips
Sometimes we like circles and dots
Sometimes we like love, we like open hearts

Sometimes we get electric shocks
We get our words mixed up, we get stomach knots
Sometimes we write the diary for rock and roll men
Sometimes we are

There's a diary for rock and roll men
They get anxious and lose their minds
They dream about setting those misty cities on fire again
They'll tell you why the world stands on end

Why music is the luck of friends
From any state to any province
There's a diary for rock and roll men
They're gonna tell ya

Sometimes we got smokin' guns, rock and roll whips
Sometimes we got lemon twist lips
Sometimes we like circles and dots
Sometimes we like love, we like open hearts

Sometimes we get electric shocks
We get our words mixed up, we get stomach knots
Sometimes we write the diary for rock and roll men
Sometimes we are, we're going to tell you

Sometimes we got smokin' guns, rock 'n' roll whips
Firecracker eyes and lemon twist lips