Roll With the Punches Songtext
von Jerry Williams

Doin′ my private paper chase, well, I'm readin′ 'bout king Lear
Along comes some uppity foreigner singin' future shock is here!

And I gotta roll with the punches
I gotta roll with the punches
I gotta roll with the punches or they might
Eat me for breakfast too

Alright!
Women are fine and women are sweet
Hanks of hair and piece of bone
But even president Tito′s leaving Mrs T. at home

He′s gotta roll with the punches
He's gotta roll with the punches
He better roll with the punches or they might
Eat him for breakfast too

Listen!
I love to get the ladies, they′re as juicy as can be
But all I want for Christmas is a penicillin tree


And I gotta roll with the punches
I gotta roll with the punches
I gotta roll with the punches or they might
Eat me for breakfast too

Alright!

Rollin' with the punches

In my years of health travel, had a million just like you
You got hardening of the arteries and you′re barely 22

So you better roll with the punches
And I gotta roll with the punches
I gotta roll with the punches or they might
Eat me for breakfast too

Roll with the punches (roll with the punches)
I gotta roll with the punches (roll with the punches)
I gotta roll with the punches (roll with the punches)
Roll with the punches (roll with the punches)
I gotta roll with the punches or they might
Eat me for breakfast too

Oh, yeah!
Uh!