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