Angus Cooke - Led Zeppelin Rules lyrics

I turn on my radio And all the music sounds hollow The first song they're playin' s**s And the next one swallows The singer is whinin' And the drummer sounds bored The guitar player's tone is like a Commodore 64 Don't settle for less Don't suffer the fools, no-oo-oh Don't give them your allowance money Let's shout, "Led Zeppelin Rules" Yeah I turn on my TV set and I see the "American Idol" show And people are wonderin' why all the kids are suicidal Well, Jessica and Britney and Paris and Ashley Well, they look so pretty Then you ask me if I like their music Well, I didn't know that they had any Don't listen to disco Don't listen to punk, no-oo-oh Don't listen to the (???) and all that junk, woah-oo-oh Don't suffer the fools Don't settle for less, no-oo-oh Don't give them your allowance money Let's shout, "Led Zeppelin Rules" "Hey, bro, check out the new Donut Boy song I got for free on my cell phone. It's so rad." "I'm not gonna listen to your stupid cell phone. Check this out." "Dude, what's that?" "It's got real music on it. It's called a ca**ette tape." "What? How many minutes do you hear with that thing?" "Ninety." "Woah!" Don't settle for less Don't suffer the fools, no-oo-oh Don't give them your allowance money Let's shout, "Led Zeppelin Rules" Listen to disco Don't listen to punk, no-oo-oh Don't listen to the (???) and all that junk, woah-oo-oh Don't suffer the fools Don't settle for less, no-oo-oh Don't give them your allowance money Let's shout, "Led Zeppelin Rules" Don't listen to disco Don't listen to punk Don't listen to junk Don't listen to.. Don't listen to... ska