there's a diary for rock 'n' roll men 

you catch'em as they free their minds 

from one crowded street to another 

from one hog town to the next 

they'll tell you why the world stands on end 

why music is the luck of friends 



from any state to any province 

there's a diary for rock 'n' roll men 

there gonna tell ya 

sometimes we got smokin' guns, rock 'n' roll whips 

sometimes we got lemon twist lips 

sometimes we like circles and dots 

sometimes we like love we like open hearts 

sometimes we get electric shocks 

we get our words mixed up 

we get stomach knots 

sometimes we write the diary for rock 'n' roll men 

sometimes we are..... 



there's a diary for rock 'n' roll men 

they get anxious and lose their minds 

they dream about setting those misty cities on fire again 

they'll tell you why the world stands on end 

why music is the luck of friends 

from any state to any province 

there's a diary for rock 'n' roll men 

they're gonna tell ya 

sometimes we got smokin' guns, rock 'n' roll whips 

sometimes we got lemon twist lips 

sometimes we like circles and dots 

sometimes we like love we like open hearts 

sometimes we get electric shocks 

we get our words mixed up 

we get stomach knots 

sometimes we write the diary for rock 'n' roll men 

sometimes we are..... 



we're going to tell you 

sometimes we got smokin' guns, rock 'n' roll whips 

firecracker eyes and lemon twist lips