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 going on trial And it was no surprize
The boys kept kicking 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 creaking Still in love and Puerto Rican too
Riding on wheels of hell Smoking our axle grease Oh the backstage is rocking And we're copping from the local police That's right the local police Or the justice 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 keeping 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