Don't smell like beer, no smoke in here In a clean gla** case, lie the artifacts of the famous face That's Elvis Presley - that does distress me Looks nothing like him, more like Chris Spedding who wrote "Motorbikin" Hey, everythings not okay 'Cause nobody ever gets laid In a glorifed Hard Rock Cafe Oh and, hey, everything's not okay I'll tell you what, what I don't think I'll be writing home about a piece of the wall made out of styrofoam Hey so this is Rock'n'Roll Hey, Disco, Funk and Soul Hey, you airbrush the moles Punkrock, Slits and Buzzco*ks Hey, everythings not okay 'Cause nobody ever got laid In a glorifed Hard Rock Cafe Enough, already alright (alright) With the uptight and the so polite Where's the pleasure, where's the pain Where's the scandal, where's the shame Enough, already alright (alright) With the uptight and the so polite You've got no bark and no bite Hello Cleveland's on the tip of my toungue And they're handing out backstage pa**es for everyone So this is Rock'n'Roll Hey, Disco, Funk and Soul Hey, you airbrush the moles Punkrock, Slits and Buzzco*ks Hey, everythings not okay 'Cause nobody ever got laid In a glorifed Hard Rock Cafe Enough, already alright (alright) With the uptight and the so polite Where's the pleasure, where's the pain Where's the scandal, where's the shame Enough, already all right (alright) With the uptight and the so polite All those teeth so pearly white Where is Freddy's overbite Enough already alright (alright) With the uptight and the so polite Where's the d**, the tits and a** There behind the plexigla** Enough already alright (alright) With the uptight and the so polite 20 US for your rock'n'roll "lite" Not a red snapper in sight No it's not on the menu tonight Just you and your rock'n'roll lite You and your rock'n'roll lite Enough already alright Enough already alright Yeah, enough already alright Enough already alright