My Dad didn’t actually say these exact words, but this was/is what most parents used to think of the rock music many of us youngsters used to like.
VERSE 1
“Listen to that man in the black leather jacket
Playing that guitar, what a fuckin’ racket
Talking a load of shit – you can’t call that singing
I’d rather hear a choir of babies screaming.”
CHORUS
“Turn it down” (Shut it man!) “Turn it off” (Go and ‘cough!)
“Turn it down” (Shut it man!) “Turn it off” (Go and ‘cough!)
“Before I even heard him I knew I’d heard enough
Crap music! Crap music!
Crap music! Crap music!”
Crap music! Crap music!”
VERSE 2
“Listen to that guy shouting shit lyrics
“Listen to that guy shouting shit lyrics
Singing out of tune and too drunk to hear it
They think they’re cool, but they’re off fuckin’ their heads
Give them a year and they’ll all end up dead.”
CHORUS
“Turn it down”(Shut it man!) “Turn it off” (Kick him out!)
“Turn it down”(Shut it man!) “Turn it off” (Kick him out!)
“Before I even saw them I knew what they’re about
Crap people! Crap people!
Crap people! Crap people!”
VERSE 3
‘Listen to that guy’ is all he kept saying
‘Listen to that guy’ is all he kept saying
“I’ve never heard so much shit as the shot that they are playing
Why don’t they learn to play and then play decent music
Like the pop groups in the charts seem to do it?”
What a load of bollocks!
What a load of bollocks!
CHORUS
Shut him up, kick him out, he ain’t right here without a doubt
Shut him up, kick him out, he ain’t right here without a doubt
‘Cos he talks so much shit (makes you wonder) what’s he all about
Crap comments! Crap comments!
Crap comments! Crap comments!
© 1991 – Colin E. Pyle