Ninteen seventy-one   we all heard the starters gun   New york was such a pity   but at Max’s Kansas city we won      we all shot the shit at the bar   with johnny o’toole and his scar   and then old clive davis said   he’s surly gonna make us a star   just the way you are      but with all his style   i could see it in his eyes   we were goin on trial      It was no surprize   the boys kept kicking ass   as usual time would tell   but some bitch in the choir   threw some water on the fires of hell   she loved to show and tell   lord she loved to tell      but with all our style   you could se it in our eyes   that we is still on trial      and it was no surprise   no surprise   no surprise   no surprise      midnight lady   situation fetal   vaccinate your ass   with a phonograph needle      i say   look it here   friend of mine   scratch like you need calomine   flamingo boots   soles a creakin   stil in love with a puerto rican too      ridin on the wheels of hell   smokin in our axle grease   oh the backstage is rockin   and we were coppin from the local police   thats right the local police   or the justice of the peace      but with all our style   you could see it in our eyes    that we is still on trial      baby its no surprise   no surprise   no surprise   no surprise      rock and roll   junckie whore   got my foot inside the door   Knock knock knock knock knock   nobodies keepin score      bad time    go away   come again some other day   topaz and sazzafrazz   will keep the blues away      candy store   rock and roll   corporation jellyroll   play the singles it ain’t me   it’s programed insanity      you ascap   if bmi   could ever make a mountain fly   if japanese can boil teas   then where the fucks my royalties