He can't read baby he can't talk
He's L. A. 's favorite punk rock jock
Glitter bands and Bowie's c***
Are his ideas of new wave rock
You're a fuckin' piece of shit now rodney
I don't think you're so hot
You make me laugh with those clothes you wear
And those stupid teeth you've got
Get off the air! Get off the air!
You pathetic male groupie, you don't impress me
Get off the air! You fuckin' square
You're just a jerk as far as I can see
8pm Rodney's on the air
He's beating off in Joan Jet's hair
Christmas eve, what d'you got
Four hours of Phil Spector rock
You're a fuckin' piece of shit now rodney
I don't think you're so hot
You make me laugh with those clothes you wear
And those lame-brain teeth you've got
Get off the air! Get off the air!
You pathetic male queer, you don't impress me
Get off the air! You fuckin' square
You're just a jerk as far as I can see
Hey! He can't read baby he can't talk He's L. A. 's favorite punk rock jock Glitter bands and Bowie's c*** Are his ideas of new wave rock You're a fuckin' piece of shit now rodney I don't think you're so hot You make me laugh with those clothes you wear And those stupid teeth you've got Get off the air! Get off the air! You pathetic male groupie, you don't impress me Get off the air! You fuckin' square You're just a jerk as far as I can see 8pm Rodney's on the air He's beating off in Joan Jet's hair Christmas eve, what d'you got Four hours of Phil Spector rock You're a fuckin' piece of shit now rodney I don't think you're so hot You make me laugh with those clothes you wear And those lame-brain teeth you've got Get off the air! Get off the air! You pathetic male queer, you don't impress me Get off the air! You fuckin' square You're just a jerk as far as I can see Explain Request ×
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