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Şarkı Sözleri Hey, hey He can't read baby he can't talk He's LA's favorite punk rock jock Glitter bands and Bowie's cock Are his ideas of new wave rock You're a fucking piece of shit now Rodney I don't think you're so hot You make me laugh with those clothes you wear And those stupid teeth you've got Get off the air, get off the air You pathetic male groupie, you don't impress me Get off the air, you fucking square You're just a joke as far as I can see 8 PM, and Rodney's on the air He's beating off in Joan Jett's hair Christmas eve, what'd you got Four hours of power pop rot You're just a fucking piece of shit now Rodney I don't think you're so hot You make me laugh with all those clothes you wear And those stupid teeth you've got Get off the air, get off the air You pathetic little queer, you don't impress me Get off the air, you fucking square You're just a jerk as far as I can see Hey