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1971, we all heard the starter gunNew York is such a pityBut at Max's Kansas City we wonWe all shot shit in the barWith Johnny O' Toole and his scarAnd then old Clive Davis saidHe's surely gonna make us a starI'm gonna make you a starJust the way you areBut with all his styleI could see in his eyesThat we is goin' on trialand It was no surpriseThe boys kept kickin' assAs usual time would tellBut some bitch in the choirThrew water on the fires of hellShe loved to shove and tellLord, she loved to tellBut with all our styleYou could see in our eyesThat we is still on trialAnd it was no surpriseNo surpriseNo surpriseNo surpriseMidnight ladySituation fetalvaccinate yo ass with yo phonograph needleI say look it hereA friend of mineScratch like you need calomineFlamingo boots, soles a creakin'Still in love and Puerto Rican tooRidin' on the wheels of hellSmokin' in our axle greaseThe backstage is rockin'And we're copping from the local policaThat's right, the local policeOr the juctice of peaceBut with all our styleYou could see in our eyesThat we is still on trialBaby, it's no surpriseNo surpriseNo surpriseNo surpriseRock n' roll, junkie whoreGot my foot inside the doorKnock knock, knock knock, knockNobody's keepin' scoreBad time go awayCome again some other dayTopaz and sazzafrazWill keep the blues awayCandy store, rock n' rollCorporation jelly rollPlay the singles, it ain't meIt's programmed with insanityYou Ascap, if BMICould ever make a mountain flyIf Japanese can boil teas
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