You used to be drop-dead funnyAnd you married into all of that moneyAnd I don't have to tell you, manThere's nothing about you seems the sameYou tell me that your shoes don't fitYou tell me that the blues won't quitI love you like a brotherBut you only have yourself to blameLet it roll, let it rideCome on over to the other sideLet it ride, let it rollLoosen up before you're too damn oldYou got to let it rollLet it roll, let it rideNo, let it rollNow you've been in a funk foreverAnd you got to get yourself togetherWake up in the morningFind a way to leave it all behindDon't tell me that it ain't no useThat's just another lame excuseYou're headed for theBottom that's been coming for a long, long timeLet it roll, let it rideCome on over to the other sideLet it ride, let it rollLoosen up before you're too damn oldYou got to let it rollLet it ride, let it rideYou used to dance a hole in both your socksWith every number on the old jukeboxNow everybody around has been a-wonderingWhat's the matter with you?Let it roll, let it rideCome on over to the other sideLet it ride, let it rideLet it roll, let it rideLoosen up before you're too damn oldLet it roll, let it rideLet it ride, let the whole thing slideLet it rock, let it rollLoosen up before you're too damn oldLet it rollOh, let it rollLet it rideOh, let it rideOh, let the whole thing slide, babeGot to let it rollLet it rideLet it rollLet it rideLet it rollLet it rollOh, oh, babeLet it ride