American Hair Band

Yeah, well I've been up and been down
Town to town with several bands
Then tortured for ten long years
By critics, agents and the A&R man
And some bandwagon fans
It's time to stand up, fight back
Be proud and once again be free
So if you want a piece of me
Come and get it

Kurt cobain is gone but I'm back
Wearing leather pants and a backwards hat
Guitars slung low, where the Down Boys go
The nighttrain's back so on with the show
I'm Metal Health and Dressed To Thrill
I'm an SMF with the Looks That Kill
I rocked and rolled, n' long hair is back
And I grew up, singing Strutter and Back In Black
I'm going back to eighty-nine
I went platinum zero times
You're the jungle, Sweet Child O'Mine
I want Another Piece Of that Cherry Pie
(Pie, pie, pie, pie, oohh)

They call 'em hair bands
Leather jacket in black
Throw your hands in the air
Yeah, we're bringing it back
And say (Shout, Shout)
At The Devil again
And say (Shout, Shout)
At The Devil my friend
So say (Shout, Shout)
Never letting it end
And say (Shout, Shout, Shout, Shout)
Yeah! (Bad Medicine)

I like old Van Halen and Hanoi Rocks
Black 'N Blue and Britny Fox
Guns N' Roses, Mötley Crüe
When Def Leppard rocked and Skid Row ruled
Yeah, Ratt went Round N' Round
Rocking out in Boston, get loud in Chi-Town
Vandenberg, Priest, Dokken, Kix
Throwing Faster Pussycat in the mix
Give me L.A. Guns and the Dangerous Toys
Quiet Riot, Bang Tango & Bulletboys
Love Johnny Crash, grunge bands are thrash
I like C.C. Deville, Mick Mars, and Slash

Hair bands
Leather jacket in black
Throw your hands in the air
Yeah, we're bringing it back
And say (Shout, Shout)
At The Devil again
And say (Shout, Shout)
At The Devil my friend
So say (Shout, Shout)
Never letting it end
And say (Shout, Shout, Shout, Shout)
Yow!

Yeah, I saw your grunge band
Staring at your shoes on stage
Wearing that dirty flannel shirt
When you gonna learn Dirtball
You just can't fuck with, Twisted Sister
What do you wanna do with your life?

I'm an American hair band, watch me rock
You can raise your hands
Or you can suck my cock
Heavy metal God
I'm a pin-up boy
I'm the singer from Tuff not Pretty Boy Floyd
Super Loud and super wild
Sebastian Bach is Youth Gone Wild
Diamond Dave and Nikki Sixx
I wanna see Tommy Lee back spinning those sticks
Up All Night, gonna sleep all day
I love Girls, Girls, Girls and I love LA
I won't waste my breath, but here's a clue
Give Pearl Jam & Eddie a big, fuck you
Who cares about weezer and the Screaming Trees
When we got white lion and of course the Sleeze Beez
If you wanna rock n' roll then read my lips
Let's shout it out loud for a band named Kiss
(Kiss, Kiss, Kiss, ooh)

They call 'em hair bands
Wearing leather and black
Throw your hands in the air
Yeah, we're bringing it back
And say (Shout, Shout)
At The Devil again
And say (Shout, Shout)
At The Devil my friend
So say (Shout, Shout)
Never letting it end
And say (Shout, shout, Shout, Shout)
Yeah!

I'm a hair band, Wanted Dead Or Alive
Singing (Shout, Shout, Shout, Shout)
I Wanna Rock and roll in the Still Of The Night
Say (Shout, Shout, Shout, Shout)
Gonna take you down to the Paradise City
And (Shout, Shout, Shout, Shout)
Everybody let's sing Talk Dirty to me