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