[Verse 1]
Maybe you thought I was the Packard Goose
(Ren-denen-den-eh)
Or the Ronald MacDonald of the nouveau-abstruse
Well fuck all them people, I don't need no excuse
For being what I am
Do you hear me, then?

[Verse 2]
All them rock 'n roll writers is the worst kind of sleaze
(Ren-denen-den-eh)
Sell the punk like some new kind of English disease
Is that the wave of the futurе?
Ah, spare me pleasе!

[Verse 3]
Oh no, you gotta go
Who do you write for, I wanna know
I believe you is the government's whore
And keepin' peoples dumb
Is where you're comin' from
Yous keepin' peoples dumb
Is where you're comin' from

[Verse 4]
Fuck all them writers with the pen in their hand
(Ren-denen-den-eh)
I will be more specific so they might understand
They can all kiss my ass, but because it's so grand
They best just stay away
Hey-hey-hey
[Verse 5]
Hey, Joe, who did you blow?
Moe pushed the button boy
And you went to the show
Better suck a little harder,or your shekels won't flow
And I don't mean your thumb
So on your knees, you bum
Just tell yourself it's yum
And suck it 'til you're numb

[Verse 6]
Journalism's kinda scary
And of it we should be wary
Wonder what became of Mary?
Hi! It's me, the girl from the bus
Remember?
The last tour?
Well?
Information is not knowledge
Knowledge is not wisdom
Wisdom is not truth
Truth is not beauty
Beauty is not love
Love is not music
Music is the best!