Cleveland Rocks - Ian Hunter

Three!

four!

Three!

four!

Three!

four!

(bunch of ah-ah-ah's here)

All this energy calling me Back where it comes from

It’s such a crude attitude

It’s back where it belongs

All the little kids growing up on the skids are goin'

Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks

Jumpin' (jean) gene genies, moody james deanies goin'

Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks

Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks

Mama knows but she don’t care

She’s got her worries too

Seven kids and a phony affair

And the rent is due

All the little chicks with the crimson lips go Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks

She’s livin’in sin with a safety pin

She’s goin' cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks

Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks

I got some records from world war two

I’ll play 'em just like me grand dad do He was a rocker and I am too

Oh cleveland rocks, yeah cleveland rocks

So find a place

Grab a space

And yell and scream for more

Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks

Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks

Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks

Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks

Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks

Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks

(bunch of ah-ah-ah's here)

Three!

four!

Three!

four!

Three!

four!

Ohio