Get Off The Air Lyrics - Singles - Angry Samoans

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