Dacian Miron Young Punk, Mr. Rock N Roll
Light this cabaret gold with make up
Fifty shades of damsels in this room
From nine past ten till the afternoon
You see
I'm a gentleman not a saint
Cold blooded killer
Runs through my veins
Woah oh, woah oh, just try me
Woah oh, woah oh, just try me
I mean business in this suit and tie
Always bet on black till the day I die
Woah oh, woah oh, just try me
Woah oh, woah oh, just try me now
Hey!
Young Punk, Mr. Rock N Roll
Looking so smug with that grin of gold
Mind says no but my gut says yes
Sweating bullets like a nervous wreck
Young Punk, Mr. Rock N Roll
Looking so smug with that grin of gold
Like my mama always said
Ain't worth winning
If you can't win big
(Solo)
Young Punk, Mr. Rock N Roll
Looking so smug with that grin of gold
Mind says no but my gut says yes
Sweating bullets like a nervous wreck
Young Punk, Mr. Rock N Roll
Looking so smug with that grin of gold
Like my mama always said
Ain't worth winning
If you can't win big
