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 cock
Are his ideas of new wave rock

You're a fuckin' piece of shit 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 fuckin' square
You're just a jerk as far as I can see

8 pm, 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 fuckin' piece of shit 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 fuckin' square
You're just a jerk as far as I can see

Hey!