Nineteen seventy-one

We all heard the starter's gun

New York is such a pity

But at Max's Kansas City we won



We all shot the shit in 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 were goin' on trial

And it was no surprize



The boys kept kickin' ass

As usual time would tell

But some bitch in the choir

Threw water on the fires of hell

She loved to shove and tell

Lord, she loved to tell



But with all our style

You could see in our eyes

That we were 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 look it here

A 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' in our axle grease

The backstage is rockin'

And we're copping 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 were 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 time go away

Come again some other day

Topaz and sazzafraz

Will keep the blues away



Candy store, rock n' roll

Corporation jelly roll

Play the singles, it ain't me

It's programmed with insanity



You ASCAP, if BMI

Could ever make a mountain fly

If Japanese can boil teas

Where the fuck's my royalties