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This time, with the capable and entertaining vocals* of our very own Crankdaddy (Tom): THANK YOU!!!!
Song.
Keith
* Reprinted here, with permission:
Sleaze Rock
Lyrics: Merrick; Music: Upson
There was a time not so long ago
When the guys would dress up for the rock n roll show
Denim and leather took the world by storm
(it was the uniform)
We banged our heads put our horns in the air
Drained a can of AquaNet in our hair
They were the days we drank JD like H20
(where’d they go?)
Sleaze rock, baby, woncha bring it back
Tease my hair out, paint my fingernails black
The years of nu whatever just got old
It’s time to sully our souls with rock and roll
Sleaze rock, baby, it’s what we need
Can’t stand the latest crap from Limp Linkin Creed
Gimme solos gimme glam gimme danger fast
Put on your mascara boys, it’s time to kick – time to kick -- some ass
I’ll take my Randy my King Crosby too
Shreddin’ all these downtuners back to skool
And the singer tries to rap, man, what’s up with that?
(it sounds like crap)
Your introspective lyrics make us sick
What happened to songs ‘bout doin’ chicks
Talk about your feelings like it never ends
(are you a band or my girlfriend?)
CHORUS
[Shreddin’ Time]
I’m tired of waiting, wishing, and looking back
Gonna sling on my Les Paul and let it rock
We’ll make a lotta noise just wait and see
(who’s with me?)
Song.
Keith
* Reprinted here, with permission:
Sleaze Rock
Lyrics: Merrick; Music: Upson
There was a time not so long ago
When the guys would dress up for the rock n roll show
Denim and leather took the world by storm
(it was the uniform)
We banged our heads put our horns in the air
Drained a can of AquaNet in our hair
They were the days we drank JD like H20
(where’d they go?)
Sleaze rock, baby, woncha bring it back
Tease my hair out, paint my fingernails black
The years of nu whatever just got old
It’s time to sully our souls with rock and roll
Sleaze rock, baby, it’s what we need
Can’t stand the latest crap from Limp Linkin Creed
Gimme solos gimme glam gimme danger fast
Put on your mascara boys, it’s time to kick – time to kick -- some ass
I’ll take my Randy my King Crosby too
Shreddin’ all these downtuners back to skool
And the singer tries to rap, man, what’s up with that?
(it sounds like crap)
Your introspective lyrics make us sick
What happened to songs ‘bout doin’ chicks
Talk about your feelings like it never ends
(are you a band or my girlfriend?)
CHORUS
[Shreddin’ Time]
I’m tired of waiting, wishing, and looking back
Gonna sling on my Les Paul and let it rock
We’ll make a lotta noise just wait and see
(who’s with me?)
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