Class Rock Songtext
von Tackhead

Talk about rock,
hard as a rock.

You can bet your last dollar that this groove is coming over me,
take your jacket off it′s time to sweat profusely.

Chorus: I really wanna rock your body,
body rock your body.


I'm rockin′ so psychotic I think you can tell,
now you see my logic like a bell,
I feel so robotic dancing by myself,
chance is I'm neurotic help me off the shelf.

Chorus

I've got my pointy shoes on the attitude is savage,
little skirts & funk me pumps I think my eyes are damaged,
my pants are getting tight & oh it′s so hot,
twisted brains rot that′s class rock.

Chorus

You better call a doctor to give me a check,
I think I know what's wrong,
a case of funk neglect.


Chorus