For your love I’d rope the moon
Put it in a blender
Mix up a concoction bound to make you surrender
I’d bite the brand off a buckin’ brahma bull
I’d rob me a gin mill
Then I’d fill the ocean full
I’d take on the army
And the her majesty’s marines
Your love ain’t just the cover
It’s the whole magazine
For your love I’d stop a freight train
Single handed
I would straighten out the bends
In the Rio Grand
I’d climb up the tower at the TV station
Broadcast my affection to
The United Nations
I’d take on the government
In Washington DC
Your love ain’t just the en-jine
It’s a rockin’ machine
CHORUS
For your love…I’d stop the hands of time
For your love…I’d dig a diamond mine
For your love…I’d do it all the time
For your love I’d walk a tight rope
Wrestle anacondas
Jump a motorcycle over
Half-a-dozen Hondas
Carve your initials on a forest of bamboo
Paint the Brooklyn Bridge, baby pink
With a broom
I’d take on the press
From Tokyo to Pravda
Your love ain’t just the hot sauce
It’s the whole enchilada
CHORUS