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"70's Rock Must Die" - Lard From the EP "70's Rock Must Die" (2000) #-------------------PLEASE NOTE--------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their # #interpretation of the song. You may only use this file # #for private study, scholarship, or research. # #--------------------------------------------------------# [Intro] A C D C A C D C A C D C A C D G A C D C A C D C A C D C A C D G [Verse 1]
I was Acruisin' in a carC down DMelrose Boulevard C When I Astopped all the trafCfic, I was Dlaughin' so hard C AStandin' on the corCner was this Drock 'n roll dude C In Aleather pantsC thinkin' Dhe was so cool G He Ahad the jacketC, he Dhad the shades C Farrah AFawcett hair,C or was Dthat a wig? C AFace like a turtCle trying in Dvain to look stoned C You could Atell he'd been pracCticing in the Dmirror at home C
[Pre-Chorus]
He'd Gprobably been posing like that all day Didn't Dmatter that it was a Ghundred degrCeeGs in the Ashade
[Chorus]
Well c'mEon, well c'mon ASeventies rock must die Well c'mEon, well c'mon ASeventies rock must die Well c'mEon, well c'mon ASeventies rock must die Well c'mEon, well c'mon ASeventies rock must die A Ooh, yeah! A C D C A C D C A C D C A C D G
[Verse 2]
ABogus bands,C plasDtic rock stars C AStupid clothesC and the Dworst made cars C ACountry rockC making Dus all sick C While AJohn TravolCta wags his Ddouble-knit Gprick Being a Ateen back thenC, man, Dit was a drag C BicenAtennialC and no one Dburned the flag C You Athink we live Cin pretty Ddesperate times When Cpeople Awanna go back Cto nineteen Dseventy five C
[Pre-Chorus]
My GSaturday Night Fever fantasy Lock the DBee Gees in a Pinto and rGam it from the CreGar ABurn, baby
[Chorus]
Well c'mEon, well c'mon ASeventies rock must die Well c'mEon, well c'mon ASeventies rock must die Well c'mEon, well c'mon ASeventies rock must die Well c'mEon, well c'mon ASeventies rock must die
[Guitar Solo] D A D A D A D G D C A [Bridge]
GOoh Dbabe, Amyeah yeah yeah We Cmay not have talent but we G/Bsure got attiAmtude CSuck my ego, G/Bpay to playAm, got nothing more to say As we Csell you a G/Bstairway to Amboredom Am7 AUgh! C D C A C D C A Put your ChandsD together C A Yeah yeah Cyeah Dyeah, heyC A C D C A C D C A C D C A C D G
[Verse 3]
Look aAround at the hipC people Dset in their ways C Reaching Aback to the things Cthey used to Dsay they hate C AYoung old fartsC playing Dfossil rock C AStones reunCions pass for DrebellGion RadiAo and TVC gettin' Dso damn bland C With colAlegiate JohnC Denver Dcopy bands C AUnderground's becomCing an alDternative joke C Even AAerosmith hatesC all the DAerosmith clones C
[Pre-Chorus]
I Gknow they don't make 'em like the Son of Sam But even Dpunks wanna go back to Gseventy-seCveGn A Give me a break, man
[Chorus]
Well c'mEon, well c'mon ASeventies rock must die Well c'mEon, well c'mon ASeventies rock must die Well c'mEon, well c'mon ASeventies rock must die Well c'mEon, well c'mon ASeventies rock must die Well c'mEon, well c'mon ASeventies rock must die Well c'mEon, well c'mon ASeventies rock must die Well c'mEon, well c'mon ASeventies rock must die Well c'mEon, well c'mon ASeventies rock must die Well c'mEon, well c'mon ASeventies rock must die
[Outro] A