A C D CA C D CA C D CA C D GA C D CA C D CA C D CA C D G [Verse 1]A C D C I was cruisin' in a car down Melrose BoulevardA C D C When I stopped all the traffic, I was laughin' so hardA C D C Standin' on the corner was this rock 'n roll dudeA C D G In leather pants thinkin' he was so coolA C D C He had the jacket, he had the shadesA C D C Farrah Fawcett hair, or was that a wig?A C D C Face like a turtle trying in vain to look stonedA C D C You could tell he'd been practicing in the mirror at home [Pre-Chorus]G He'd probably been posing like that all dayD G C G A Didn't matter that it was a hundred degrees in the shade [Chorus]E Well c'mon, well c'monA Seventies rock must dieE Well c'mon, well c'monA Seventies rock must dieE Well c'mon, well c'monA Seventies rock must dieE Well c'mon, well c'monA Seventies rock must dieA Ooh, yeah!A C D CA C D CA C D CA C D G [Verse 2]A C D C Bogus bands, plastic rock starsA C D C Stupid clothes and the worst made carsA C D C Country rock making us all sickA C D G While John Travolta wags his double-knit prickA C D C Being a teen back then, man, it was a dragA C D C Bicentennial and no one burned the flagA C D You think we live in pretty desperate timesC A C D C When people wanna go back to nineteen seventy five [Pre-Chorus]G My Saturday Night Fever fantasyD G C G Lock the Bee Gees in a Pinto and ram it from the rearA Burn, baby [Chorus]E Well c'mon, well c'monA Seventies rock must dieE Well c'mon, well c'monA Seventies rock must dieE Well c'mon, well c'monA Seventies rock must dieE Well c'mon, well c'monA Seventies rock must die [Guitar Solo]D AD AD AD G D C A [Bridge]G D Am Ooh babe, yeah yeah yeahC G/B Am We may not have talent but we sure got attitudeC G/B Am Suck my ego, pay to play, got nothing more to sayC G/B Am Am7 As we sell you a stairway to boredomA C D C Ugh!A C D CA C D C Put your hands togetherA C D C Yeah yeah yeah yeah, heyA C D CA C D CA C D CA C D G [Verse 3]A C D C Look around at the hip people set in their waysA C D C Reaching back to the things they used to say they hateA C D C Young old farts playing fossil rockA C D G Stones reunions pass for rebellionA C D C Radio and TV gettin' so damn blandA C D C With collegiate John Denver copy bandsA C D C Underground's becoming an alternative jokeA C D C Even Aerosmith hates all the Aerosmith clones [Pre-Chorus]G I know they don't make 'em like the Son of SamD G C G But even punks wanna go back to seventy-sevenA Give me a break, man [Chorus]E Well c'mon, well c'monA Seventies rock must dieE Well c'mon, well c'monA Seventies rock must dieE Well c'mon, well c'monA Seventies rock must dieE Well c'mon, well c'monA Seventies rock must dieE Well c'mon, well c'monA Seventies rock must dieE Well c'mon, well c'monA Seventies rock must dieE Well c'mon, well c'monA Seventies rock must dieE Well c'mon, well c'monA Seventies rock must dieE Well c'mon, well c'monA Seventies rock must die
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