Lyrics
Bucklin' up for trickle down richesYeah, um, stockin' the crib (voodoo economy)With a wink of an eye and a zip of the flyAll this manhood tucked into my britches'Cuz you can't kill the thrill of the fakeryRoll over Chuck Berry and take meAll this cherrycake heresyPushin' the pills of rock-n-rollSo stunning, oh, the future of passionGonna blow it all at oncePimpled pr*ck on the couch, with my tongue in your mouthIn the proper adolescent fashion
But I'm rakin' it in at the bakeryRoll over Chuck Berry, God take meAll this cherrycake heresyPushin' the pills of rock-n-roll'Cuz you can't kill the thill of the fakeryMove over Chuck Berry, you made meAnd even cherrycake heresyCan't kill the thrill of rock-n-roll
