1971, we all heard the starters gun New York is such a pity But at Max's Kansas City we won
We all shot the shit at 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 surprize
The boys kept kickin' ass As usual time would tell But some bitch in the choir Throw water on the fires of hell She loved to show 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 surprize No surprize No surprize No surprize
Midnight lady Situation fetal Vaccinate your ass with your phonograph needle
I say looky here Friend of mine You scratch like you need calamine Flamingo boots, soles a creakin' Still in love and Puerto Rican too
Ridin' on wheels of hell Smokin' our axle grease Oh, the backstage is rockin' And we're coppin' from the local police 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 surprize No surprize No surprize No surprize
Rock n' roll, junkie whore Got my foot inside the door Knock knock, knock knock, knock Nobody's keepin' score
Bad times go away Come again some other day Topaz and sazzafraz Will keep the blues away
Candy store, rock n' roll Corporation jellyroll Play the singles, it ain't me It's programmed insanity
You ASCAP, if BMI Could ever make a mountain fly If Japanese can boil teas Then where the fuck's my royalties...aar Yak yak yak yak 'oowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.