1971, we all heard the starters gunNew York is such a pityBut at Max's Kansas City we won

We all shot the shit at the barWith Johnny O' Toole and his scarAnd then old Clive Davis saidHe's surely gonna make us a starI'm gonna make you a starJust the way you are

But with all his styleI could see in his eyesThat we is goin' on trialAnd it was no surprize

The boys kept kickin' assAs usual time would tellBut some bitch in the choirThrow water on the fires of hellShe loved to show and tellLord, she loved to tell

But with all our styleYou could see in our eyesThat we is still on trialAnd it was no surprizeNo surprizeNo surprizeNo surprize

Midnight ladySituation fetalVaccinate your ass with your phonograph needle

I say looky hereFriend of mineYou scratch like you need calamineFlamingo boots, soles a creakin'Still in love and Puerto Rican too

Ridin' on wheels of hellSmokin' our axle greaseOh, the backstage is rockin'And we're coppin' from the local policeThat's right, the local policeOr the juctice of peace

But with all our styleYou could see in our eyesThat we is still on trialBaby, it's no surprizeNo surprizeNo surprizeNo surprize

Rock n' roll, junkie whoreGot my foot inside the doorKnock knock, knock knock, knockNobody's keepin' score

Bad times go awayCome again some other dayTopaz and sazzafraz

Will keep the blues away

Candy store, rock n' rollCorporation jellyrollPlay the singles, it ain't meIt's programmed insanity

You ASCAP, if BMICould ever make a mountain flyIf Japanese can boil teasThen where the fuck's my royalties...aarYak yak yak yak 'oow