No copulation, no revolution   Said the young Marquis de Sade   But all the whips in France ain't gonna get me   Fuckin' on a barracade   From the schoolboys on it was one big con   As we hung around the hockey teams   In each boys brain the dream was the same   All I ever went to do is get laid      Now the whole wide world has a better idea   And it shook us all to the core   You follow some two-year fairy tale   Into happy evermore   The sleepy priest at the bridal feast   His hands make a holy sign   And as the bride hoes into the wedding cake   She's a-singin' in the back of her mind      Come on, come on   I'm gonna roll ya all night long . . .      Well I took that crap for a little while   And it kept me off the street   Then I met me a lady with a shady past   And manners like a dog on heat   Those musos hummin' when they see her comin'   Make a noise like a hurricane   When you see that line at the dressing-room door   You know she's just spread 'em for the boys again      Well there ain't nothin' better than to rip your sweater   In a bang behind the stage   Or the drawn out sigh as you feel her thigh   Then you stop and estimate her age   If she's turned fourteen she's a rock'n'roll queen   You can give her anything you choose   And when she whispers Honey it's the money or the box   You know money's so easy to lose      Come on, come on   I'm gonna roll ya all night long . . .