70S Rock Must Die

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I was cruisin' in a car down Melrose Boulevard
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When I stopped all the traffic, I was laughin' so hard
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Standin' on the corner was this rock 'n roll dude
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In leather pants thinkin' he was so cool
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He had the jacket, he had the shades
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Farrah Fawcett hair, or was that a wig?
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Face like a turtle trying in vain to look stoned
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You could tell he'd been practicing in the mirror at home

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He'd probably been posing like that all day
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Didn't matter that it was a hundred degrees in the shade

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Well c'mon, well c'mon
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Seventies rock must die
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Well c'mon, well c'mon
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Seventies rock must die
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Well c'mon, well c'mon
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Seventies rock must die
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Well c'mon, well c'mon
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Seventies rock must die
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        Ooh, yeah!
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Bogus bands, plastic rock stars
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Stupid clothes and the worst made cars
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Country rock making us all sick
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While John Travolta wags his double-knit prick
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Being a teen back then, man, it was a drag
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Bicentennial and no one burned the flag
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You think we live in pretty desperate times
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When people wanna go back to nineteen seventy five

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My Saturday Night Fever fantasy
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Lock the Bee Gees in a Pinto and ram it from the rear
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Burn, baby

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Well c'mon, well c'mon
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Seventies rock must die
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Well c'mon, well c'mon
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Seventies rock must die
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Well c'mon, well c'mon
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Seventies rock must die
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Well c'mon, well c'mon
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Seventies rock must die

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Ooh babe, yeah yeah yeah
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We may not have talent but we sure got attitude
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Suck my ego, pay to play, got nothing more to say
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As we sell you a stairway to boredom
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Ugh!
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  Put your hands together
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  Yeah yeah yeah yeah, hey
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Look around at the hip people set in their ways
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Reaching back to the things they used to say they hate
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Young old farts playing fossil rock
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Stones reunions pass for rebellion
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Radio and TV gettin' so damn bland
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With collegiate John Denver copy bands
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Underground's becoming an alternative joke
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Even Aerosmith hates all the Aerosmith clones

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I know they don't make 'em like the Son of Sam
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But even punks wanna go back to seventy-seven
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  Give me a break, man

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Well c'mon, well c'mon
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Seventies rock must die
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Well c'mon, well c'mon
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Seventies rock must die
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Well c'mon, well c'mon
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Seventies rock must die
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Well c'mon, well c'mon
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Seventies rock must die
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Well c'mon, well c'mon
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Seventies rock must die
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Well c'mon, well c'mon
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Seventies rock must die
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Well c'mon, well c'mon
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Seventies rock must die
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Well c'mon, well c'mon
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Seventies rock must die
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Well c'mon, well c'mon
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Seventies rock must die

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