Nineteen seventy one
  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 will tell
  but some bitch in the choir threw waters 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
  baby it's no surprize, no surprize, no surprize, no
  surprize
  midnight lady
  situation fetal
  vaccinate your ass with your phonograph needle
  I say lookie here
  friend of mine
  scratch like you need calomine
  flamingo boots
  soles a-creakin'
  still in love and Puerto Rican too
  ridin' on the wheels of hell
  smokin' up our axle grease
  oh the backstage is rockin' and we're coppin' from
  the local police
  that's right the local police
  or the justice of peace
  
  chorus
  
  rock and 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 sassafraz
  will keep the blues away
  candy store rock and roll
  corporation jelly roll
  play the singles it ain't me
  it's programmed insanity
  you ASCAP if BMI
  could ever make a mountian fly
  if Japanese can boil teas
  then where the fuck's my royalties?