Lalalalalala. Saw you walking down the street. Holding hands with some other guy. Wearing a sharkskin suit black patent leather boots. & big brown flying saucer eyes. I didn't talk to you then. You were kissing your friend. Besides it was the wrong time & place. I went home & took a shower. Read"Our Lady Of The Flowers" by Jane Genet. I knew we'd meet again. Dont't want your diamonds. Don't want your gold. I want your love. I want your soul. Come on baby let's have a good time. Lalalalalalalala. Sweet Rock'n'Roll. I searched all over town. Quizzed the dudes hanging around. No one had ever seen a chick like you before. I hit strip joints & museums. Bars and Clubs & Jesus. I even prayed in a cathedral for your soul. Then one rainy winter Tuesday. I saw you on the subway. You were headed for the tunnel. Me the door. I pressed my face against the glass. You sped by me in a flash. Like a motorcycle crash. You smoked my skull. Dont't want your diamonds. Don't want your gold. I want your love. I want your soul. Come on baby let's have a good time. Lalalalalalalala. Sweet Rock'n'Roll. Here she comes now. So there I was walking in the pouring rain. Wonderin' who & why & where & what you were. I had hallucinatory dreams. Shivers sweats & screams. Like an opiate withdrawal only worse. Then one long hot summer night. I took a motorcycle ride. Saw you looking mean & evil. Voodoo rockabilly queen. 'bout to kickstart your machine. Like a fighter pilot flying off to war. You had a tight black leather jacket. Skull & crossbones on the back. God bless your soul of sweet Gene Vincent. There you were. Dont't want your diamonds. Don't want your gold. I want your love. I want your soul. Come on baby let's have a good time. Lalalalalalalala. Sweet Rock'n'Roll