Maybe I drink too much You think I'm hard to touch That's just the way I am You think my hair's too long You don't know right from wrong You'll never get to me We're going up Doing time on the bright side of town Turn on the night Living it up in the fast lane You put me down in the name of jealousy It don't matter at all 'Cause I'm and old school son of a bitch I do the talking with my fist Got your six-guns loaded But you can't catch me It don't matter at all 'Cause I'm a handsome son of a gun Raisin' hell and having fun Won't let it rattle, rattle my bones Won't let it rattle This is my heart and soul I call it rock n roll That's just my point of view I'd rather hang with the cats And rolling dice with the rats You know it's up to me We're going up Doing time on the bright side of town Turn on the night Living it up in the fast lane You put me down in the name of jealousy It don't matter at all 'Cause I'm and old school son of a bitch I do the talking with my fist Got your six-guns loaded But you can't catch me It don't matter at all 'Cause I'm a handsome son of a gun Raisin' hell and having fun ... You put me down in the name of jealousy It don't matter at all 'Cause I'm and old school son of a bitch I do the talking with my fist Got your six-guns loaded But you can't catch me It don't matter at all 'Cause I'm a handsome son of a gun Raisin' hell and having fun Won't let it rattle, rattle my bones