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