Master Race Rock

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

The Dictators can swing
They make you dance and sing
Didn’t cause no oil spill
You don’t know us but you will

Cause we’re the members of the master race
We’ve got no style and we got no taste
Sleep all night sleep all day
Nothing good on TV anyway
The gasoline shortage won’t stop me now

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
We don’t do what we’re told
And we’re scared of growing old

Cause 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

My favorite part of growing up
Is when I’m sick and throwing up
It’s the dues you gotta pay
For eating burgers everyday

I take my vitamin C
I know what’s good for me
Life can take it’s toll
When you’re livin rock and roll

Cause we’re the members of the master race
We’ve got no tact and we’ve got no grace
First you put your sneakers on
We’re going outside to have some fun