Here comes trouble. In the shape of a lady. She started cool but now. Sheâ€™s coming around daily. Sheâ€™s got some big ideas. About being my baby. Itâ€™s her game. With the name of love. Now sheâ€™s sure pretty. That I have to confess. But no five-star fox is. Getting me in a mess. Letâ€™s buy a ring she says. Letâ€™s go and get blessed. Itâ€™s her game and she calls it love. Rock and roll rules my soul. Pushing everything and everyone. To one side. But when all grows old. Chillâ€™s still cold. When I sing with my sweet guitar. When I sing with my sweet. My sweet guitar. Donâ€™t waste your tears on me. Go cry in the river. What you need I ainâ€™t. About to deliver. Iâ€™m my own man and. Thatâ€™s how Iâ€™m gonna stay. â€˜Cause music is. The name of the game. Rock and roll rules my soul. Pushing everything and everyone. To one side. But when all grows old. The chillâ€™s still cold. While I sing with my sweet guitar. While I sing with my sweet. My sweet guitar. .