get rid of your studs biys
get rid of your spiked hair
cause you're growin' old
you gotta sell your soul

no time for rock & roll

you gotta get serious now
take some responsibility
you've been on the razzle too long
it's time for you to cool down

see him walkin' down the street
late at night, you're young boy
think young, keep it up
remember: never sell your soul

rock & roll
the rhythm kills
you gotta grab those thrills
butcha! don't do that
'cause you're caught in a trap!