Lyrics:

(K. Winter - B. Wallace)Rock and roller steam, pulp and paper shackWrinkles on my head, people on my backAll going nowhere, never coming backGot to be rich to be poorKeeps me satisfiedKeeps me satisfiedSpending money for the time I buyKeeps me satisfiedMan back from the dead, weasels in the packApproval from the Pope to stretch them on the rackAll going nowhere, never coming backGot to be rich to be poorKeeps me satisfied ....