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(ian hunter)
Three! four!
Three! four!
Three! four!
(bunch of ah-ah-ah’s here)
All this energy calling me
Back where it comes from
It’s such a crude attitude
It’s back where it belongs
All the little kids growing up on the skids are goin’
Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks
Jumpin’ (jean) gene genies, moody james deanies goin’
Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks
Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks
Mama knows but she don’t care
She’s got her worries too
Seven kids and a phony affair
And the rent is due
All the little chicks with the crimson lips go
Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks
She’s livin’in sin with a safety pin
She’s goin’ cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks
Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks
I got some records from world war two
I’ll play ’em just like me grand dad do
He was a rocker and I am too
Oh cleveland rocks, yeah cleveland rocks
So find a place
Grab a space
And yell and scream for more
Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks
Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks
Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks
Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks
Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks
Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks
(bunch of ah-ah-ah’s here)
Three! four!
Three! four!
Three! four!
Ohio
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Lyrics: Ian Hunter
