Rock and, rock 'n' roll
Rock 'n' roll dipshit
Rock and, rock 'n' roll
Rock 'n' roll dipshit
Rock and, rock 'n' roll
Rock 'n' roll dipshit
Rock and, rock 'n' roll
Rock 'n' roll dipshit
Rock 'n' roll dipshit
I'm 'bout to have a connip fit
You think you're so sly, you think that you're cool
But everyone around you baby knows you're a fool
Tired of the parties where the boys all look good
But none of them can conversate the way that they should
I need a boy with brains in his head
But the only boys here all seem braindead
Rock 'n' roll dipshit
I'm 'bout to have a connip fit
You ain't so sly, you ain't really cool
You probably should've paid more attention in school
You spend so much time perfecting your flair
Hours in the mirror styling up your hair
I'm not gonna lie, you've got really good looks
It's just such a shame you're a virgin to books
You had such potential 'till you opened your mouth
That's when my evening took a turn to the south
You think you're hot shit and you're totally right
But your tiny pea brain ruined my whole night
Hey baby boy, I think you're so hot
But being a babe is really all that you got
It's a really good thing you can play that guitar
'Cause your personality ain't gonna get you so far
Rock and, rock 'n' roll
Rock 'n' roll dipshit
Rock and, rock 'n' roll
Rock 'n' roll dipshit
Rock and, rock 'n' roll
Rock 'n' roll dipshit
Rock and, rock 'n' roll