Angry Samoans
Angry Samoans
Angry Samoans
Angry Samoans
Angry Samoans
Angry Samoans
Angry Samoans
Angry Samoans
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Hey!
Hey!
He can't read, baby, he can't talk
He's L.A.'s favorite punk rock jock
Glitter bands and Bowie's cock
Are his ideas of new wave rock
You're a fuckin' piece of shit now, Rodney
I don't think you're so hot
You make me laugh with those clothes you wear
And those stupid teeth you've got
Get off the air, get off the air
You pathetic male groupie, you don't impress me
Get off the air, you fuckin' square
You're just a jerk as far as I can see
Eight p.m., Rodney's on the air
He's beating off in Joan Jett's hair
Christmas Eve, whadda you got?
Four hours of Phil Spector rock
You're a fuckin' piece of shit now, Rodney
I don't think you're so hot
You make me laugh with those clothes you wear
And those lame-brain teeth you've got
Get off the air, get off the air
You pathetic male queer, you don't impress me
Get off the air, you fuckin' square
You're just a jerk as far as I can see
Hey!
Get Off the Air was written by Todd Homer & “Metal” Mike Saunders & Gregg Turner.
Get Off the Air was produced by Lee Ving.