Angry Samoans - Get Off The Air lyrics

Hey! He can't read baby he can't talk He's L.A.'s favorite punk rock jock Glitter bands and Bowie's co*k are his ideas of new wave rock You're a f**in' piece of sh** 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 f**in' 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 (?) You're a f**in' piece of sh** 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 f**in' square You're just a jerk as far as I can see