I live in the floor of a mini-van   Driven by drunks across this land   And I wake up in the worst part of your town   Drink free beer, and sing until I fall down      Lets rock n' roll   Lets rock n' roll      Lets rock n' roll   Lets rock n' roll      There is vomit running down the walls   That vomit don't care where it falls   And that vomit it came out of someone   And that vomit should be cleaned up by someone      Lets rock n' roll   Lets rock n' roll      Lets rock n' roll   Lets rock n' roll      Cocaine, coffee, and queers   Can all be found down on that pier   And they all mean something special to someone   Snorting, sipping, or smooching with someone      Lets rock n' roll   Lets rock n' roll      Lets rock n' roll   Lets rock n' roll