When coming back from new york city
Got arrested
They found my nitty gritty
Even took my fritos
Tape off the radio

I bout had a heart attack
Just get silly and waste it
They gonna see me on the tv
I'm afraid my mamma and my daughter
Won't love no more

But it's alright

We take it on the chin
And get up again
We roll with the punches
To the very end
We keep on, keeping on
We roll on

We take it on the chin
And get up again
We roll with the punches
To the very end
We keep on, keeping on
We roll on

Ah, coming back home from the bar
She confesses, she is in love with the stars
I said that's cool baby
I'm a space cadet for reals

She said it's a fact
You won't go far, you never get this
You got a house and two cars
Come sunrise we was heading for the hollywood hills
But it's all right

We take it on the chin
And get up again
We roll with the punches
To the very end
We keep on, keeping on
We roll on

We take it on the chin
And get up again
We roll with the punches
To the very end
We keep on, keeping on
We roll on, yeaa
We roll on, yeaa
We roll on, yeaa
We roll on, yeaa

So get rollin'

We take it on the chin
And get up again
We roll with the punches
To the very end
We keep on, keeping on
We roll on
Yeaa
We roll on!

We take it on the chin
And get up again
We roll with the punches
To the very end
We keep on, keeping on
We roll on
Yea!
We take it on the chin
And get up again
We roll with the punches
To the very end
We keep on, keeping on
We roll on

We roll on, yeaa!
We roll on, yeaa!
We roll on, yeaa!
We roll on, yeaa!

So get rollin' on!
So get rollin' on!
So get rollin' on!