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Lenny never meant it
But he kept it in his heart
And threw it around his back
He's got his hands in his pocket
And his leather studded jacket
In the backseat of his Cadillac
He used to drive around town
With a roaming gaze
And a cold bottle in his hand
But when he hung his head to cry
And he was left to die
This is what he sang
He sang roll up your sleeves boys
And put on your best shirt
For you're homeward bound
Strum on your guitar
Find a burned out car
Roll the windows down
Rosie found it simple
That she never had to think about
Where she'd have to go
But sometimes when she found
No one else was around
She'd kick off her shoes and go
She'd sing roll up your sleeves boys
And put on your best shirt
For you're homeward bound
Strum on guitar
You'll be a movie star
Roll the windows down
Now Lenny works the line
And he says it pays in time
But it doesn't leave a dime too much
Well he goes out every night
But there's no twinkle in his eye
Cause it takes all of him to play it tough
Rosie married rich
And I guess she'll never switch
From her love that's buried in the dust
Her husband's hands are cold
And she's got time to hold
To try and make it through the night
They sing roll up your sleeves boys
And put on your best shirt
For you're homeward bound
Strum on your guitar
It's not all that far
Roll the windows down