[Lyric Note 1]
Joe clutches the hood ornament of an ancient car
[Verse 1: Joe]
Maybe you thought I was the Packard Goose
(ren-denen-den-eh)
Or the Ronald MacDonald of the nouveau-abstruse
Well fuck all them people, I don't need no excuse
For being what I am
Do you hear me, then?
[Verse 2: Joe]
All them rock 'n roll writers is the worst kind of sleaze
(ren-denen-den-eh)
Selling punk like some new kind of English disease
Is that the wave of the future?
Aw, spare me please!
[Verse 3: Joe]
Oh no, you gotta go
Who do you write for?
I wanna know
I believe you is the government's whore
And keeping peoples dumb
(I'm really dumb)
Is where you're coming from
And keeping peoples dumb
(I'm really dumb)
Is where you're coming from
Joe clutches the hood ornament of an ancient car
[Verse 1: Joe]
Maybe you thought I was the Packard Goose
(ren-denen-den-eh)
Or the Ronald MacDonald of the nouveau-abstruse
Well fuck all them people, I don't need no excuse
For being what I am
Do you hear me, then?
[Verse 2: Joe]
All them rock 'n roll writers is the worst kind of sleaze
(ren-denen-den-eh)
Selling punk like some new kind of English disease
Is that the wave of the future?
Aw, spare me please!
[Verse 3: Joe]
Oh no, you gotta go
Who do you write for?
I wanna know
I believe you is the government's whore
And keeping peoples dumb
(I'm really dumb)
Is where you're coming from
And keeping peoples dumb
(I'm really dumb)
Is where you're coming from
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