Well I can’t stand Rock’n’Roll   I can’t stand Rock’n’Roll   I can’t stand Rock’n’Roll   Well up your arsehole Rock’n’Roll      The man who made it was big and fat   Oh you little boys, what ya think of that   Another two went and died in a plane   oh my God I wish they’d do it again      Well I can’t stand Rock’n’Roll   I can’t stand Rock’n’Roll   I can’t stand Rock’n’Roll   Well up your arsehole Rock’n’Roll      Then came the shit from foreign lands   Money in mouth and shit in hands   Poisoned minds and ruined souls   Fuck that Rock’n’ Roll      Well I can’t stand Rock’n’ Roll   I can’t stand Rock’n’ Roll   I can’t Rock’n’ Roll   Well up your arsehole, Rock’n’Roll      I was born and bred on that fucking shit   With the boring cunts that didn’t spit   It’s time now for a different noise   You are the dead ……………now we are the boys      I can’t stand Rock’n’Roll   I can’t stand Rock’n’Roll   I can’t stand Rock ‘n’ Roll   Stuff it up your arsehole Rock’n’Roll