1971, we all heard the starter gun New york is such a pity But at max's kansas city we won
We all shot shit in the bar With johnny o' toole and his scar And then old clive davis said He's surely gonna make us a star I'm gonna make you a star Just the way you are
But with all his style I could see in his eyes That we is goin' on trial And it was no surprise
The boys kept kickin' ass As usual time would tell But some bitch in the choir Threw water on the fires of hell She loved to shove and tell Lord, she loved to tell
But with all our style You could see in our eyes That we is still on trial And it was no surprise No surprise No surprise No surprise
Midnight lady Situation fetal Vaccinate yo ass with yo phonograph needle
I say look it here A friend of mine Scratch like you need calomine Flamingo boots, soles a creakin' Still in love and puerto rican too
Ridin' on the wheels of hell Smokin' in our axle grease The backstage is rockin' And we're copping from the local polica That's right, the local police Or the juctice of peace
But with all our style You could see in our eyes That we is still on trial Baby, it's no surprise No surprise No surprise No surprise
Rock n' roll, junkie whore Got my foot inside the door Knock knock, knock knock, knock Nobody's keepin' score
Bad time go away Come again some other day Topaz and sazzafraz Will keep the blues away
Candy store, rock n' roll Corporation jelly roll Play the singles, it ain't me It's programmed with insanity
You ascap, if bmi Could ever make a mountain fly If japanese can boil teas The where the fuck's my royalties
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