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Ninteen seventy-one we all heard the starters gun New york was 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 he's surly gonna make us a star just the way you are but with all his style i could see it in his eyes we were goin on trial It was no surprize the boys kept kicking ass as usual time would tell but some bitch in the choir threw some water on the fires of hell she loved to show and tell lord she loved to tell but with all our style you could se it in our eyes that we is still on trial Letras de canciones and it was no surprise no surprise no surprise no surprise midnight lady situation fetal vaccinate your ass with a phonograph needle i say look it here friend of mine scratch like you need calomine flamingo boots soles a creakin stil in love with a puerto rican too ridin on the wheels of hell smokin in our axle grease oh the backstage is rockin and we were coppin from the local police thats right the local police or the justice of the peace but with all our style you could see it in our eyes that we is still on trial baby its no surprise no surprise no surprise no surprise rock and roll junckie whore got my foot inside the door Knock knock knock knock knock nobodies keepin score bad time 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 programed insanity you ascap if bmi could ever make a mountain fly if japanese can boil teas then where the fucks my royalties From Letras Mania