Well I can't stand Rock'n'Roll

I can't stand Rock'n'Roll

I can't stand Rock'n'Roll

Well up your arsehole Rock'n'Roll



The man who made it was and fat

Oh you little boys, what ya think of that

Another two went and died in a plane

oh my God I wish they'd do it again



Well I can't stand Rock'n'Roll

I can't stand Rock'n'Roll

I can't stand Rock'n'Roll

Well up your arsehole Rock'n'Roll



Then came the shit from foreign lands

Money in mouth and shit in hands

Poisoned minds and ruined souls

Fuck that Rock'n' Roll



Well I can't stand Rock'n' Roll

I can't stand Rock'n' Roll

I can't Rock'n' Roll

Well up your arsehole, Rock'n'Roll



I was born and bred on that fucking shit

With the boring cunts that didn't spit

It's time now for a different noise

You are the dead ……………now we are the boys



I can't stand Rock'n'Roll

I can't stand Rock'n'Roll

I can't stand Rock �n' Roll

Stuff it up your arsehole Rock'n'Roll