You're 10 with a bullet
Then you drop out of sight
You're in Houston in the mornin'
Boston at night
A DJ. in Dover puts your
song on his chart
Well it ain't the Big Apple
But at least it's a start
It's all part of the game
Of rock and roll
It's all part of the game
You sell your soul
It's all part of the game
Of rock and roll
You got a manager and a shiny car
A heavyweight lawyer and a bodyguard
You're a heart-melter with your own valet
A tax shelter with a Swiss chalet
It's all part of the game
Of rock and roll
It's all part of the game
You sell your soul
It's all part of the game
Of rock and roll
White line fever on a piece of glass
You're Mr. Big-time and your life's a blast
You get your women
with a backstage pass
One day you're pumpin' gas
Next day you're Jumpin' Jack
Next day you're Jumpin' Jack Flash
It's a gas, gas, gas
It's a gas, gas, gas
New York, Hong Kong, gay Paris
You get there quick on your SST
You got the whole world rollin'
In the palm of your hand
Corner the market on a one night stand
It's all part of the game
Of rock and roll
It's all part of the game
You sell your soul
It's all part of the game
Of rock and roll
It's all part of the game
Of rock and roll
It's all part of the game
You sell your soul
It's all part of the game
Of rock and roll
