Lyrics:

You're sticking to me like a dirty joke
A creeping backstabber or a hula-hoop
You hit like a butcher with meat on fire
You love it or hate it, but you bury time
Rollaroller, rollaroll

Rollaroller, rollaroll

Rollaroller, ah, rollaroller
Rollaroller, rollaroll

And you don't feel nothing when it's stuck to the chair
I ain't dead as a door nail when you're not there
Well, push on over a rollaroller
Feeling the pressure of a rollaroll
Ah, treadin' on fire, are you waving goodbye?
And there's garbage on garbage
Right up to the sky
Ah, rollaroller
Rollaroll, rollaroll
Rollaroll, rollaroll
Rollaroll, oh, rolla
Rollaroller, ah, rollaroll
Rollaroller, rollaroll
Yeah, rollaroller, rollaroll
Rollaroller, rollaroll

Rollaroller, rollaroll

Rollaroller, rollaroll

Rollaroller, rollaroll

Rollaroller, rollaroll

Rollaroller, rollaroll