Random perspectives from Cleveland

All this energy calling me.
Back where it comes from.
Its such a crude attitude.
Its back where it belongs.
All the little kids growing up on the skids are goin'
Cleveland rocks, Cleveland rocks!

Jumpin' jean 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,
Goin' Cleveland rocks, Cleveland rocks, Cleveland rocks, Cleveland rocks!

Cleveland rocks, Cleveland rocks, Cleveland rocks, Cleveland rocks!

I got some records from World War II.
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!