| I’ve been working like a mother just to get this fucker out
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| I’ve got my ass down in the gutter tryin' to irrigate this drought
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| Have no fear 'cause now it’s here
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| But rock and roll records ain’t selling this year
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| I got my nose against the grain and yeah you know that it’s a bitch
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| Playing through the pain and watching shit bands get rich
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| It’s crystal clear to all my peers
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| That rock and roll records, they ain’t selling this year
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| It’s a little bit crummy how the music making money
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| Seems to slip on through to a world full of dummies
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| I just get jeers for my blood, sweat, and tears
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| 'Cause rock and roll records ain’t selling this year
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| I’m gonna spread it around and get it on down
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| Ain’t gonna flip-flop, hip-hop, sucking on a porkchop
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| Sounds so weird to my ears
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| That rock and roll records, they ain’t selling this year
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| So at the end of the day I’m gonna do it my way
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| 'Cause I gotta have something good for the pay
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| So raise your beer and let’s say cheers
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| To rock and roll records they ain’t selling this year
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| That’s right, I’m here to testify on behalf of the rock and roll record!
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| Rock and roll records
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| Rock and roll records
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| Rock and roll records
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| They ain’t selling this year |