Lyrics:

(with Tom Petty)

I make rock 'n' roll records
I sell 'em for a dime
I make my living, feed my children
All in real good time

The blues, they go for a quarter
They're guaranteed to satisfy
It's a real, funky deal
Don't let it pass you by
If your evening sun don't shine, my friend
Tell you what I'm gonna do
I'm gonna hammer out this rhythm
Till I get right next to you

I make rock 'n' roll records
I sell 'em for a dime
I make my living, feed my children
All in real good time