I love to sing my ballad, mama (but they only wanna hear me rock and roll) Songtext

von Eric Andersen

Thirty thousand feet travelling all alone,
My face is somewhat buried in a book of poems.
Oh, mama, I'm so far from home.

I love to sing my ballad, mama, but they only wanna hear me rock and roll.

They promised me a rainbow and a pot of gold.
They fixed me in a limo and I signed away me soul.
Oh, mama, it's the dumbest story ever told.

I love to sing my ballad, mama, but they only wanna hear me rock and roll.

Now it's velvet bans, one-nite stands,
They line up in a row.
Fancy meals, high class deals,
You're the one they want to know.
They say it's the only way to go.
Oh, mama, can I take much more.

I love to sing my ballad, mama, but they only wanna hear me rock and roll.

Well I think I'm gonna be just like a rolling stone,
Rollin', rollin', rollin' from now on.
Oh, mama, my head just turned to solid gold.

I love to sing my ballad, mama, but they only wanna hear me rock and roll.
I love to sing my ballad, mama, but they only wanna hear me rock and roll.