Lyrics:

Byron/Box/Kerslake/Hensley)

I'll go down fighting but i'd rather be delightin'
All the people who came to see
The Devil's from Chicago, now where the hell do they go
When we got in our limousines

We just want to be where it's all going on
But tell me what do you do when it's over and everyone who loved you is gone

You're our kind of people, you're the church and we're the steeple
But we're all inside the hall
If we've got what you need then we'll give you the speed
to get up and have a ball

We just want to be where it's all going on
But tell me what do you do when it's over and everyone who loved you is gone

And you're just another Prima Donna of rock 'n' roll
So please let me know when you want me to go

You're our kind of people you're the church and we're the steeple
But we're all inside the hall
If we've got what you need then we'll give you the speed
To get up and have a ball

We just want to be where it's all going on
But tell me what do you do when it's over and everyone who loved you is gone
You're just a Prima Donna of rock 'n' roll
So please let me know when you want me to go