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Hey!
He can't read baby he can't talk
He's L.A.'s favorite punk rock jock
Glitter bands and Bowie's c*ck
are his ideas of new wave rock
You're a fkin' piece of s**t now rodney
I don't think you're so hot
You make me laugh with 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 fkin' square
You're just a jerk as far as I can see
8pm Rodney's on the air
He's beating off in Joan Jet's hair
Christmas eve, what d'you got
four hours of Phil Spector rock
You're a fkin' piece of s**t now rodney
I don't think you're so hot
You make me laugh with 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 fkin' square
You're just a jerk as far as I can see