ฟังเพลง70's Rock Must Die

I was cruisin' in a car

Down Melrose Boulevard

When I stopped all the traffic

I was laughin' so hard

Standin' on the corner

Was this rock n roll dude

In leather pants thinkin' he was cool

He had the jacket

He had the shades

Farrah Fawcett hair

Or was that a wig

Face like a turtle

Trying in vain to look stoned

You could tell he'd been practicing

At home in the mirror

He'd probably been posing like that all day

Didn't matter that is was a hundred degrees

In the shade

Well c'mawn well c'mawn

Seventies rock must die

Well c'mawn well c'mawn

Seventies rock must die

Bogus bands plastic rock stars

Stupid clothes and the worst made cars

Country rock making us all sick

While John Travolta wags his double knit prick

Being a teen back than

Man it was a drag

Bicentennial and no one burned the flag

You think we live in pretty desperate times

When people wanna go back to nineteen seventy five

My Saturday Night Fever fantasy

Lock the Bee Gees in a Pinto

And ram it from the rear

Burn baby

Well c'mawn well c'mawn

Seventies rock must die

Well c'mawn well c'mawn

Seventies rock must die

Suck my ego pay to play

Got nothing more to say

As we sell you a stairway to boredom

Look around at the hip people

Set in their ways

Reaching back to the things they used to say they hate

Young old brats playing fossil rock

Pistols reunions pass for rebellion

Radio and TV gettin' to d**n bland

With collegiate boy Neil Young copy bands

Underground's becoming an alternative joke

Even Aerosmith hates all the Aerosmith clones

I know they don't make 'em like the Son of Sam

But even punks wanna go back to seventy seven

Well c'mawn well c'mawn

Seventies rock must die

Well c'mawn well c'mawn

Seventies rock must die