The Roadette Song

Am Em Am Em Am Am She can roll her shoulder, she can roll her ass Am Ain't no doubt about it she's a gamey lass Am Jerking with her elbow, clever with her knees Am Way she move it over, does the best to please Dm Diction very bad, friction double rich Am Brazen little hussy, rock 'n' rolling bitch Dm When it come to business takes off like a jet E Rocking's her vocation she's a very high roadette F#m D C# Young man there ain't no need to hustle F#m D C# Young man slow down your hustle bustle F#m C#m F#m You can take your time, young man D C# Some of this is muscle Am Lightning in her legs, spitfire on her hip Am Rock 'n' roll's a habit, guitar wrote the script Am Messed up on her history, won the schooling praise Am Does her heavy thinking, Bristols in m' face Dm Never had a teacher messing with her brain Am You should see her pupils, music's in her veins Dm Shifting her transmission, Chevrolet Corvette E Rock 'n' roll relations with a very high roadette F#m C#m7 Bm7 F#m D C# F#m C#m7 Bm7 F#m D C# F#m C#m F#m D C# F#m D C# Am She can roll her shoulder, she can roll her ass Am Ain't no doubt about it she's a gamey lass Am Jerking with her elbow, clever with her knees Am Way she move it over, does the best to please Dm Diction very bad, friction double rich Am Brazen little hussy, rock 'n' rolling bitch Dm When it come to business takes off like a jet E Rocking's her vocation she's a very high roadette F#m D C# Young man there ain't no need to hustle F#m D C# Young man slow down your hustle bustle F#m C#m F#m You can take your time, young man D C# Some of this is muscle Am