Well I can’t stand Rock’n’Roll
I can’t stand Rock’n’Roll
I can’t stand Rock’n’Roll
Well up your arsehole Rock’n’Roll

The man who made it was big and fat
Oh you little boys, what ya think of that
Another two went and died in a plane
oh my God I wish they’d do it again

Well I can’t stand Rock’n’Roll
I can’t stand Rock’n’Roll
I can’t stand Rock’n’Roll
Well up your arsehole Rock’n’Roll

Then came the shit from foreign lands
Money in mouth and shit in hands
Poisoned minds and ruined souls
Fuck that Rock’n’ Roll

Well I can’t stand Rock’n’ Roll
I can’t stand Rock’n’ Roll
I can’t Rock’n’ Roll
Well up your arsehole, Rock’n’Roll

I was born and bred on that fucking shit
With the boring cunts that didn’t spit
It’s time now for a different noise
You are the dead ……………now we are the boys

I can’t stand Rock’n’Roll
I can’t stand Rock’n’Roll
I can’t stand Rock ‘n’ Roll
Stuff it up your arsehole Rock’n’Roll