"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-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, too 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