Hey!      He can't read baby he can't talk   He's L.A.'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 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 fuckin' 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 fuckin' piece of shit 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 fuckin' square   You're just a jerk as far as I can see