"Listen up, kid! (Mama said) I'm gonna make you scream
When I take you backstage, behind that rock'n'roll dream
You think it's all money, controlled substances,
P-p-p-premarital s**, and bizarre dances?
You think it's all noise? A vast circus of fun?
Well, I wouldn't say this to just anyone:
Rock'n'roll will ruin your life
Like your old no-goodnik dad
k** your soul, and k** your wife
Rock'n'roll will ruin your life
And make you sad
And I mean sad!"
You laugh now, maybe (Ha!) but wait till you hear
I've got no use for groupies: to shy, and too queer
The truth about d**: Well, I can't afford those
Cause a lot of my money flew up the Circus's nose
And all that noise gave me hyperacusis
So turn this record down, or it'll happen to you sis!
Rock'n'roll will ruin your life
Like your old no-goodnik dad
k** your soul, and k** your wife
Rock'n'roll will ruin your life
And make you sad
And I mean sad!
Rock'n'roll will ruin your life
Like your old no-goodnik dad
k** your soul, and k** your wife
Rock'n'roll will ruin your life
And make you sad