Lyrics:

James TaylorWell, I'm a steamroller, babyI'm bound to roll all over youYes, I'm a steamroller now, babyI'm bound to roll all over youI'm gonna inject your soul with some sweet rock 'n rollAnd shoot you full of rhythm and bluesWell, I'm a cement mixerA churning urn of burning funkYes, I'm a cement mixer for you, babyA churning urn of burning funkWell, I'm a demolition derby (yeah)A hefty hunk of steaming junkNow, I'm a napalm bomb, babyJust guaranteed to blow your mindYeah, I'm a napalm bomb for you, babyOh, guaranteed, just guaranteed to blow your mindAnd if I can't have your love for my own (now)Sweet child, won't be nothing left behindIt seems how lately, babyGot a bad case of steamroller blues