Steamroller - Garth Brooks

Well. I'm a steamroller, baby 
I'm bound to roll all over you 
Yes, I'm a steamroller now, baby 
I'm bound to roll all over you 
I'm gonna inject your soul with some sweet rock 'n roll 
And shoot you full of rhythm and blues. 

Well, I'm a cement mixer 
A churning urn of burning funk 
Yes, I'm a cement mixer for you, baby 
A churning urn of burning funk 
Well, I'm a demolition derby (yeah) 
A hefty hunk of steaming junk. 

Now, I'm a napalm bomb, baby 
Just guaranteed to blow your mind 
Yeah, I'm a napalm bomb for you, baby 
Oh, guaranteed, just guaranteed to blow your mind 
And if I can't have your love for my own (now) 
Sweet child, won't be nothing left behind 
It seems how lately, baby 
Got a bad case of steamroller blues.