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 goin' on trial
  And it was no surprize
    The boys kept kickin' 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 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
    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 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