The guys found out That you wouldn’t split the goods. They’d beat you in school for that. And it used to hurt bad, Without saying a word. Sleep rock-n-roll.
Now he’s restless and hammered. Now he changing his mind - Such a mild-mannered dope. But he’ll never cry. Be sure of that.
The guys are tired; You won them over. They’re just normal people - Not dogs in their collars. We’ll wait till tomorrow And its very good morning, So sleep rock-n-roll.