Nineteen seventy-one
We all heard the starters gun
New York was such a pity
But at Max's Kansas City we won
We all shot the shit at the bar
A with Johnny O' Toole and his scar
And then ole' 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'...
... As usual time would tell
But some bitch in the choir
Throw water on the fire a 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 wit'chor 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
So what 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 'oow