You're walkin' up to the back stairs
Hallelujah, the red light's on
She said, "I'm gonna put on something comfortable
You just take your Gucci jacket off now
Hey baby, let's talk about your preferences
And how you wanna get it on
I know you like to look just like a lady
'Cos your Mama always said that it was wrong
Well, I'm your Mama tonight"

You've been looking for strange
Up and down the hill
You roll the rock to the top
But it keeps rolling back to you

You could never be alone
So now you buy your company
I seen you leaving the rockhouse last night
In search of lowlife sympathy
You take a lick on Satan’s—ow!
And then Daniel stole your stone
You take your money offa your Daddy
But you got an [?] waiting for you at home
You're the Daddy tonight

Cos you've been looking for strange
Up and down the hill
You roll the rock to the top
But it keeps rolling back to you
Cos you've been looking for strange
Up and down the hill
You roll the rock to the top
But it keeps rolling back to you

Yer always looking for strange
Yer always looking for strange
Yer always looking for strange
Yer always looking for strange
Yer always looking for strange
Yer always looking for strange

You're the mason on the money, got a vice-squad connection
The policeman's got a preference for unnatural selection
The company director with taste for correction
While your wife is a-whippin' on a judge
You're the paedophile priest in a house of detention
The politician payin' for some [?] protection
The banker crossin' borders, smugglin' photographs of children
While your daughter's on a [??]

You've been looking for strange
Up and down the hill
You roll the rock to the top
But it keeps rolling back to you
You've been looking for strange
Up and down the hill
You roll the rock to the top
But it keeps rolling back to you

Keeps on rolling back to you
Rolling back to you
Keeps on rolling back to you
Roll on

To the top
To the top
To the top
To the top
To the top
To the top