The fashion-maniac is thrilled, after having tried on the suit
And his girlfriend exults: that suit rocks!
“Punk“ is written on the jeans, the studded belt hangs in the closet,
That way, nowadays every P.I.M.P. finds his way up the Mt. Olympus of rock.
The entrepreneur skores, he had taken a risk
He applauds, 'cause his house rocks, too
But there is only one who really deserves these words, this privilege of a very special kind.
Don't tell anybody about my gamble, I only tell my fans: “I rock!“
The cool kids react, the cool beats explode.
The whole nation needs more distortion.
It seems to be a trend: those who know the word
somehow lost the notion what “rock“ really means.
But there is only one who really deserves these words, this privilege of a very special kind.
Don't tell anybody about my victory, I only tell my fans: “I rock!“
Everybody shouts out my name …
That's because I'm very handsome, man...
Maybe I'm a striker...
Or maybe it has nothing to do with that, sir?
I don't know why my name is that important...
On stages, I always do the singing...
I should be feeling good now...
Or maybe it has nothing to do with that, lady?