Get Off The Air

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

8pm Rodney's on the air

He's beating off in Joan Jet's hair

Christmas eve, what d'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