1971 we all heard the starter gun. New York is such a pity. But at Max's Kansas City we won. We all shot 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 is goin' on trial. and It was no surprise. 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 is still on trial. And it was no surprise. No surprise. No surprise. No surprise. Midnight lady. Situation fetal. vaccinate yo ass with yo 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 polica. 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 surprise. No surprise. No surprise. No surprise. 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.