Lyrics

I was cruisin' in a car
Down Melrose Boulevard
When I stopped all the traffic
I was laughin' so hard
Standin' on the corner
Was this rock n roll dude
In leather pants thinkin' he was so cool
He had the jacket,
He had the shades
Farrah Fawcet hair,
Or was that a wig?
Face like a turtle
Trying in vain to look stoned
You could tell he'd been practicing
In a mirror at home
He'd probably been posing like that all day
Didn't matter that it was a hundred degrees
In the shade

Well c'mawn, well c'mawn
70's rock must die
Well c'mawn, well c'mawn
70's rock must die

Bogus bands, plastic rock stars
Stupid clothes and the worst made cars
Country rock making us all sick
While John Travolta wags his double-knit prick

Being a teen back then,
Man, it was a drag
Bicentennial and no one burned the flag
You think we live in
Pretty desperate times
When people want to go back to 1975
My Saturday Night Fever fantasy:
Lock the Bee Gees in a Pinto
And ram it from the rear
Burn, baby!

Well c'mawn, well c'mawn
70's rock must die
Well c'mawn, well c'mawn
70's rock must die

Ooh babe, yeh yeh yeh
We may not have talent
But we sure got attitude

Suck my ego, pay to play
Got nothing more to say
As we sell you a stairway to boredom

Look around at the hip people
Set in their ways
Reaching back to the things they used to say they hate
Young old farts playing fossil rock
Pistols reunions pass for rebellion

Radio and TV gettin' so damn bland
With collegiate boy Neil Young copy bands
Underground's becoming an Alternative joke
Even Aerosmith hates all the Aerosmith clones
I know they don't make 'em like the Son of Sam
But even punks wanna go back to '77 ?!?!
Gimme a break, man...

Well c'mawn, well c'mawn
70's rock must die
Well c'mawn, well c'mawn
70's rock must die

Hello my dear
Can I peel you skin
Put it in my mouth
And bite it
I am the gallant captain
Of the Volcanus 2000

Fell down the trash chute at my job
Woke up on this garbage barge
Thousand tons of urban waste
Is now our pirate ship

Fire from the catapults
Pampers squashed in great big balls
Clustered globs of medical waste
Rain down on cafes

Give us all your treasure now
Or we'll paint your whole town brown
Everywhere they're glad to pay
So we'll go away

Yeh
Yeh
We wipe the world

Join hands and dance
Curl up our toes
And squish sludge into wine

Drink and belch
Gene Simmons style
Methane goes down just fine

Rule the world from the high seas
Kidnap dwindling vaccines
No one dares blow up our ship
They'd have to clean the mess

Yeh yeh yeh
We wipe the world
Yeh
We wipe the world

Hundred Sixty million tons
Of American trash each year
Thousand football fields
30 stories high
Where will you put it all?

Not in my backyard
Not in my backyard
Oh Gawd...

While your head's in virtual sand
More of our ships sail each day
You all do your parts so well
Feed us trash, and we'll blackmail

2 billion tires
Bottles and cans
And paper plates
16 billion diapers
They all gotta go someplace

'Nuff aluminum
In 3 months
To build airline fleets

Take a hint from
Your local roach
Join us and mutate

Yeh yeh yeh
We wipe the world
Yeh yeh yeh
We wipe the world
Yeh yeh yeh
We wipe the world

"666 Dunkin' Donuts
A 20-inch veggie pizza from Gumby's
Extra jalapenos on the side
And a case of Asahi Dry

I wish to speak with Timothy Leary
Lemmy, Jello, and Ice Cube too
Carton of Lucky's with filters
And bring a CNN news crew..."

Talahassee, Florida
4am, June 14, '91
Capitol Building's occupied
Broke the glass, walked right inside

"Wouldn't be advisable...to enter...
You don't know the number of hostiles
Or if anyone's got guns
Or if there's hostages"

CHORUS
I just want to speak my mind
More for you than just one sound bite

Mushroom cop and Info Man
Have something to say
This whole world is disturbing me

I wanna cut a rap record each month
And mail my little pinkie to George Bush

Agh!
Agh!
Where are my friends?
Where are you?
Where are you?
I can't believe its come to this

Sharpshooters on surrounding roofs
Traffic blocked off by SWAT troops
Evacuate the people inside
Pretend we're CNN, say Leary's died

I just want to speak my mind
More for you than just one sound bite

12:45 he emerged unharmed
J.D. in one hand, in the other cigars
Hendrix T-shirt and his underwear on
Guess what - he never had no gun

"I only broadcast my freakout to the world
I was a prisoner for 22 years
When I broke through that door I was free..."
- Not to mention pretty damn lucky -
(Nowadays, boy, you'd just get shot)