Dirty Ass Rock and Roll Songtext
von John Cale

Well, it′s too damn early and your eyes are bleeding
From the vicious bottle the night before
And the last thing you need is a nicety-nice
And small talk crawls out your ears
Maybe it makes you feel it like an undercover Sigmund Freud
Or maybe it makes you feel like an undercover Sigmund Freud

Hey there
You make a heart go, easy thing, yeah
Make a man's heart go bibbity-bom, bippity-bom, bippity-bom
Like a gentle pupil, gentle drum
But tell me, tell me, tell me how you like it
Oh, tell me, tell me, tell me how you like it


Well, the secretaries and typewriters chattering away
Chatter-chatter-chatter-chatter
Chatter-chatter-chatter, chatter away
That can make you sick when you hear somebody cry
When they don′t get just whatever they wants
But my woman, she just keeps on keeping on
That loving, loving shuffle side to side
It could turn me on

Dirty ass rock'n'roll (dirty ass rock′n′roll)
Dirty ass rock'n′roll (dirty ass rock'n′roll)
Dirty ass rock'n′roll (dirty ass rock'n'roll)
Dirty ass rock′n′roll

Hey now, hey now, hey now, hey now
Well, the beach is a thing and the bees don't sting
Like complaining from a downtown whore
I got my plasma patches and my hypodermic in hermetically sealed kid gloves
But tell me how
Tell me, tell me, how you like it
Oh, tell me how
Tell me, tell me, how you like it

Dirty ass rock′n'roll (dirty ass rock′n'roll)
Dirty ass rock′n'roll (dirty ass rock'n′roll)
Dirty ass rock′n'roll (dirty ass rock′n'roll)
Dirty ass rock′n'roll