(David Coverdale, Bernie Marsden)

I don't go looking for trouble,
It's [bad word] my way,
But, I've been looking for you,
And like the summer sun, you [bad word] my day.

 [bad word] on [bad word] on,
And give your man some rock 'n' roll,
And get yourself some sweet rock 'n' roll.

I'm just a soldier of fortune,
Must be the gypsy in me.
I ain't alone when I say
I never needed love so badly before.

Hear me [bad word] on [bad word] on!
Give your man some rock 'n' roll,
And get yourself some sweet rock 'n' roll.

I keep [bad word] on [bad word] on! [bad word] on [bad word] on!
Give your man some rock 'n' roll,
Give your man some rock 'n' roll, [bad word] on and get some sweet rock, [bad word] on and get some sweet rock, [bad word] on and get some sweet rock 'n' roll.

Must be the gypsy in me,
Can see the angel in you.