70S Rock Must Die

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A C D G [Verse 1]
A C D C I was cruisin' in a car down Melrose Boulevard
A C D C When I stopped all the traffic, I was laughin' so hard
A C D C Standin' on the corner was this rock 'n roll dude
A C D G In leather pants thinkin' he was so cool
A C D C He had the jacket, he had the shades
A C D C Farrah Fawcett hair, or was that a wig?
A C D C Face like a turtle trying in vain to look stoned
A 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 day
D G C G A Didn't matter that it was a hundred degrees in the shade [Chorus]
E Well c'mon, well c'mon
A Seventies rock must die
E Well c'mon, well c'mon
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E Well c'mon, well c'mon
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E Well c'mon, well c'mon
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A Ooh, yeah!
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A C D G [Verse 2]
A C D C Bogus bands, plastic rock stars
A C D C Stupid clothes and the worst made cars
A C D C Country rock making us all sick
A C D G While John Travolta wags his double-knit prick
A C D C Being a teen back then, man, it was a drag
A C D C Bicentennial and no one burned the flag
A C D You think we live in pretty desperate times
C A C D C When people wanna go back to nineteen seventy five [Pre-Chorus]
G My Saturday Night Fever fantasy
D G C G Lock the Bee Gees in a Pinto and ram it from the rear
A Burn, baby [Chorus]
E Well c'mon, well c'mon
A Seventies rock must die
E Well c'mon, well c'mon
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E Well c'mon, well c'mon
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E Well c'mon, well c'mon
A Seventies rock must die [Guitar Solo]
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D G D C A [Bridge]
G D Am Ooh babe, yeah yeah yeah
C G/B Am We may not have talent but we sure got attitude
C G/B Am Suck my ego, pay to play, got nothing more to say
C G/B Am Am7 As we sell you a stairway to boredom
A C D C Ugh!
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A C D C Put your hands together
A C D C Yeah yeah yeah yeah, hey
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A C D G [Verse 3]
A C D C Look around at the hip people set in their ways
A C D C Reaching back to the things they used to say they hate
A C D C Young old farts playing fossil rock
A C D G Stones reunions pass for rebellion
A C D C Radio and TV gettin' so damn bland
A C D C With collegiate John Denver copy bands
A C D C Underground's becoming an alternative joke
A C D C Even Aerosmith hates all the Aerosmith clones [Pre-Chorus]
G I know they don't make 'em like the Son of Sam
D G C G But even punks wanna go back to seventy-seven
A Give me a break, man [Chorus]
E Well c'mon, well c'mon
A Seventies rock must die
E Well c'mon, well c'mon
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E Well c'mon, well c'mon
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E Well c'mon, well c'mon
A Seventies rock must die
E Well c'mon, well c'mon
A Seventies rock must die
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