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Three Four!

Three Four!

Three Four!

Three Four!

All this energy callin' me,
Back where it comes from,
Its such a crude attitude,
Its back where it belongs.

All the little kids growin' up on the skids are goin',
Cleveland Rocks, Cleveland Rocks,
Jumpin' Jane Jean is moonin' James Dean he's goin'
Cleveland Rocks, Cleveland Rocks, Cleveland Rocks, Cleveland Rocks,
Cleveland Rocks, Cleveland Rocks, Cleveland Rocks, Cleveland Rocks.

Momma knows but she dont 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 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 Play 'em just like me grandad do,
He was a rocker and I am too ,
Oh, Cleveland Rocks, yeah 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!

OHIO!