Get off the Air

Hey! Hey! He can't read baby he can't talk He's LA's favorite punk rock jock Glitter bands and Bowie's c*** Are his ideas of new wave rock You're a f***ing piece of s*** now Rodney I don't think you're so hot You make me laugh those clothes you wear And those stupid teeth you've got Get off the air Get off the air You pathetic male groupie, you don't impress me Get off the air You f***ing square You're just a jerk as far as I can see 8 PM, and Rodney's on the air He's beating off in Joan Jett's hair Christmas eve, what'd you got Four hours of Phil Spector rot You're a f***ing piece of s*** now Rodney I don't think you're so hot You make me laugh all those clothes you wear And those lame brain teeth you've got Get off the air Get off the air You pathetic male queer, you don't impress me Get off the air You f***ing square You're just a jerk as far as I can see Hey!