Where is Woody Guthrie, man, when we need him most? I got strung out on these troubadours and stranded on some coast And with a youthful glint still in my eye, I sat and watched my heroes die Now our radios are useless, rest in pieces on the floor Kiss, kiss these days goodbye Wipe those tears off from our eyes This is not an alibi, baby, this is who I am Woah-oh-oh woah-oh-oh oh This will be my battle cry The thing for which I'll fight and die My Gatsby, my Catcher in the Rye Goodbye Since Dylan went electric, man, things just ain't been the same Now DJs are making records, could you please just be ashamed Of your raping and your pillaging of this thing we love Now I'm stuck down here on the killing floor and I need someone to shove Kiss, kiss these days goodbye Wipe those tears off from our eyes This is not an alibi, baby, this is who I am Woah-oh-oh woah-oh-oh oh This will be my battle cry The thing for which I'll fight and die My Gatsby, my Catcher in the Rye Goodbye This will be my battle cry The thing for which I'll fight and die My Gatsby, my Catcher in the Rye Goodbye Woah-oh-oh woah-oh-oh oh