Cream-eatin’ mama, ’52 bomber,
Sorts the men out from the boys.
Won’t be beaten, ice cream eatin’
Is one of her pride and joys.

She’s an almond-chompin’ woman,
And she sucks those marshmallows down.
Don’t rebuke her, she will nuke ya,
And then she will take your crown.

Rocka roada woman for a rocka roada man,
You can have her if ya want her, if ya think you can.
Rocka roada woman for a rocka roada man,
You can have her if ya want her, you can.

[guitar solo]

She just hates vanilla, cold guerrilla,
Layin’ down Street Law.
Makes her own luck, strawberry sucks,
Chocolate don’t please that one no more.

Grocery fighter, twelve-quart-a-nighter,
Carries a .44
Tommy Gunner, what a runner,
Ma and Pa would drop their jaws.

Rocka roada woman for a rocka roada man,
You can have her if ya want her, if ya think you can.
Rocka roada woman for a rocka roada man,
You can have her if ya want her, you can.

Rocka roada woman for a rocka roada man,
You can have her if ya want her, if ya think you can.
Rocka roada woman for a rocka roada man,
You can have her if ya want her, you can.

[repeat until fade]