Every time we go out dancing, you gotta bring Big Bill along
And when the mood and the party
And feeling is right he gonna make it wrong
The boy's voodoo dolls for good times with lucky pins
You better leave Big Bill behind
He ain't got no class at all
Everybody knows he's crazy
His mouth is always running like a low class marathon
Too much, too loud, and always drunk too early on
Always tanglin' up with strangers, trying to earn a slap
You better leave Big Bill behind
He ain't got no class at all
He's bound to get arrested, hey
Roll along, roll along, roll along, roll on big wheel
Next time you wanna step out go ahead and call
Loretta, Lou, and Lorraine, Peter, Pat, and Paul
Sherise, Shervonne, and Shirley, they all right with me
But baby leave Big Bill behind
He ain't got no class at all
Your big wheel is mature
Roll along, roll along, roll along, roll on big wheel
You got to go, roll on
Rollin' on, roll on
Keep rollin' on, you gotta roll on
Roll on, got to roll on
Keep rollin' on, you better roll
Roll ooh on, rollin' on
Keep rollin' on you gotta roll