Hey, if that ain't the rock'n'roll animal himself, what you doing bro.
  (Standing on the corner)
  Well, I can see that, what you got in your hand
  (Suitcase in my hand)
  No, shit, what's this
  (Jack is in his corset, Jane is in her vest)
  Fucking faggot Johnson
  (Jack, sweet Jane, I'm in a rock'n'roll band)
  Well, I can see that
  
  Some people say that you can't - (no no no)
  No matter how good you are
  And some people say, they can't move - (no no no)
  No matter where they are
  
  Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some good times
  Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some pain
  No matter how ugly you are
  You know to me it all looks the same
  
  Rain from the morning in the blue clouds
  Now just shining up with dew
  Riding through the city in their big cars
  And me, I ain't got nothing to do
  
  Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some good times
  Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some pain
  Don't you know things always look ugly
  To me they always look the same
  
  Oh, gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some good times
  Oh, Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some pain
  Don't you know that most things look ugly
  To me they always look the same
  
  Oh, don't you know, hey, don't you know
  To me they always look the same
  Oh, don't you know, hey, don't you know
  To me they always look the same
  Oh, don't you know, hey, don't you know
  To me they always look the same
  Oh, don't you know, hey, don't you know
  To me they always look the same