(Charles E. Calhoun)  Pick me a town in any clime  Where people like a rockin' time  And stay awake both day and night  And everybody's feeling good and right  Then throw me  Smack dab in the middle  Pitch me  Smack dab in the middle  Fling me  Well, let me rock and roll to satisfy my soul  I want ten Cadillacs and a diamond mill  Ten suits of clothes all dressed to kill  Ten room house, some barbecue  And fifty chicks not over twenty-two  Then throw me  Smack dab in the middle, I like it baby  Flop me  Smack dab in the middle  Chuck me  Well, let me rock and roll to satisfy my soul  I want a lotta bread and gangs of meat  Oodles of butter and something sweet  Gallons of coffee to wash it down  And bi-carbonated soda by the pound  Smack dab in the middle  Smack dab in the middle  Well, let me rock and roll to satisfy my soul  I want a big jazz band and a hundred dancing girls  A street that's paved with natural pearl  Bring me a wagonload of bonds and stocks  And then open up the doors to Fort Knox  Then throw me  Smack dab in the middle  Smack dab in the middle  Well, let me rock and roll to satisfy my soul