Master Race Rock-The Dictators

Hippies are squares with long hair And they don＇t wear no underwear Country Rock is on the wane I don＇t want music, I want pain! Dictators can swing Make you dance and sing Cause an oil spill You don＇t know us, but you will! We＇re the members of the master race Got no style, and we got no grace Sleep all night, sleep all day Nothing good on t.v. anyway Gasoline shortage won＇t stop me now, Oh no! We＇ve reached a higher spiritual plane That is so high, I can＇t explain We tell jokes to make you laugh We play sports so we don＇t get fat We can sweat and stink We can eat and drink Don＇t do what we＇re told And we＇re scared of growing old! We＇re the members of the master race We don＇t judge you by your face First we check to see what you eat Then we bend down and smell your feet Hope you don＇t pick your nose! My favorite part of growing up Is when I＇m sick and throwing up It＇s the dues you＇ve got to pay For eating burgers every day Take my vitamin C No one＇s good for me Life can take it＇s toll When you＇re living ROCK N＇ ROLL!!! We＇re the members of the master race Got no tact, and we got no taste First you put your sneakers on Going outside to have some fun Don＇t forget to wipe your a**! C＇mon guys! LETS GO! x13