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There was a guy, who like me
loved the Sabbath and the Fat-so Jet-son
traveled the world, coming from the Ca-li-for-ni-a desert.
He wasn’t handsome, but next to him, he had a-thousand-wo-men-yeeees
he sang Thumb, 1000 Degrees, or Gardenia, or Freedom Ruuun
he sang long live rock n roll
but he re-ceived a leeee-tter!
His guitar harmonized
and he was called to In-ter-scooope...
Stop! With the Jet-Son!
Stop! With the Sabbath stoooop!
They told me: "go to the in-ter-scope, plaaaay with Troy-Van-Gaaaaa-aay!"
- lallalllalllàààlalllààlaallallààà... -
There was a guy, who like me
loved the Sabbath and the Fatso Jetson
Traveled the world, and then ended, making choruses for Interscope
He no longer wears long hair
he doesn't play the guitar but just strum-strum-and that's it
and always makes the same note "lallallalllà"
He has no more friends, no more fans, sees people spitting on him
in his desert, he won’t return, now he is dead in In-ter-scooooope...
Stop! With the Jet-Son!
Stop! With the Sabbath stoooop!
No longer has a Big Muff in his heart...
... nor a Suuupeeer Fuuuu-uuuuzz!
- lallalllalllàààla... lllààlaallallààà... lllààlaallallààà... -
P. S.
Cianno Morando Up Your Ass.
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