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I met you at the scrapyard, I was kind of late

It was the first time that I saw you, it was the summer of ‘88

You impressed me with your muscles you simply could have killed me

But you smiled and said ‘come in, my name is Billie‘

Roll on …

Near Christmas Eve, we were quite naive, and spent our first night together

Nothing stayed the same when you screamed my name, but I felt the stormy weather

Someday you weren‘t there, you had this Swiss affair, it nearly broke my heart

We needed some solder when the wire got colder and then we had a brand new start

Roll on, roll on, roll on …

Billie I know you still remember this guy dancing in front of you

When he left the stage, he turned the page, we didn‘t know what to do

Your voice was gone, a saxophone played on, but there was no guarantee

Sometimes four is five, sometimes four is three, what ever will be, will be

Roll on, roll on, roll on …

Sometimes late at night, I‘m wide awake, the moon is pale and mellow

Your blue ponytail has turned to silver but I still smell your greasy pillow

A guitar plays, a drum, a bass, if you leave me it would kill me

Boys will be boys let’s make some noise, Billie you will always thrill me

Roll on, roll on, roll on …

If this music won‘t stop I‘m gonna sing with you

If this music won‘t stop I‘m gonna sing with you

If this music won‘t stop I‘m gonna sing with you

If this music won‘t stop I‘m gonna sing with you

Roll on, roll on, roll on …