I got my dark green van down on the promenade
All the suckers turn their heads
I'm listening to Frank Sinatra sing
Tell those geeks to make their beds

Rock n' Roll transistor radio
Belt loop, sweat pants, Barry Manilow
Hot rods, switchblades, a bag of hand grenades
The spotlight, it often fades
On your career, you disappear, so toast your beer
As I grin and get high....

Go!

Everybody know
As soon as their through the door
That the Nubs came to Rock n' Roll
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Whoa yeah!

I got my dark green van down on the promenade
All the fuckers made their beds
I'm listening to Robert Goulet sing
Where the hell are The Retreads?!

Rock n' Roll transistor radio
Willie D's so known to smoke a ho
Hot rods, switchblades, a bag of hand grenades
The two of clubs are you, I'm the ace of spades
So shed your tears, squash your fears and toast your beers
As I sing to get by....goodbye!

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