Nineteen seventy one We all heard the starters gun New York is such a pity But at Max's Kansas City we won We all shot the shit at the bar With Johnny O'Toole and his scar And then old Clive Davis said i'm surely gonna make us a star i'm gonna make you a star Just the way you are But with all his style i could see in his eyes That we is goin' to trial it was no surprise The boys kept kickin' ass As usual time would tell But some bitch in the choir Threw water on the fires of hell She loved to show and tell Lord she loved to tell But with all our style You could see in our eyes That we is still on trial And it was no surprise No surprise No surprise No surprise Midnight lady Situation fetal Vaccinate your ass With a photograph needle i say Look it here Friend of mine Scratch like you need calomine Flamingo boots Sole's a creakin' Still in love and Puerto Rican too Ridin' on the wheels of hell Smokin' in our axle grease Oh the backstage is rockin' And we're coppin' from the local police That's right the local police Or the justice of peace But with all our style You could see in our eyes That we is still on trial Baby it's no surprise No Surprise No Surprise No Surprise Rock and roll Junkie whore Got my foot inside the door Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock Nobody's keepin' score Bad times Go away Come again some other day Topaz and sazzafrazz Will keep the blues away Candy store Rock and roll Corporation jellyroll Play the singles it ain't me it's programmed insanity You ASCAP if BMi Could ever make a mountain fly if Japanese can boil teas Then where the fuck's my royalties