American Hair Band

Yeah, well I've been up and been down

Town to town with several bands

Then tortured for ten long years

By critics, agents and the A&R man

And some bandwagon fans

It's time to stand up, fight back

Be proud and once again be free

So if you want a piece of me

Come and get it

Kurt cobain is gone but I'm back

Wearing leather pants and a backwards hat

Guitars slung low, where the Down Boys go

The nighttrain's back so on with the show

I'm Metal Health and Dressed To Thrill

I'm an SMF with the Looks That Kill

I rocked and rolled, n' long hair is back

And I grew up, singing Strutter and Back In Black

I'm going back to eighty-nine

I went platinum zero times

You're the jungle, Sweet Child O'Mine

I want Another Piece Of that Cherry Pie

(Pie, pie, pie, pie, oohh)

They call 'em hair bands

Leather jacket in black

Throw your hands in the air

Yeah, we're bringing it back

And say (Shout, Shout)

At The Devil again

And say (Shout, Shout)

At The Devil my friend

So say (Shout, Shout)

Never letting it end

And say (Shout, Shout, Shout, Shout)

Yeah! (Bad Medicine)

I like old Van Halen and Hanoi Rocks

Black 'N Blue and Britny Fox

Guns N' Roses, Mötley Crüe

When Def Leppard rocked and Skid Row ruled

Yeah, Ratt went Round N' Round

Rocking out in Boston, get loud in Chi-Town

Vandenberg, Priest, Dokken, Kix

Throwing Faster Pussycat in the mix

Give me L.A. Guns and the Dangerous Toys

Quiet Riot, Bang Tango & Bulletboys

Love Johnny Crash, grunge bands are thrash

I like C.C. Deville, Mick Mars, and Slash

Hair bands

Leather jacket in black

Throw your hands in the air

Yeah, we're bringing it back

And say (Shout, Shout)

At The Devil again

And say (Shout, Shout)

At The Devil my friend

So say (Shout, Shout)

Never letting it end

And say (Shout, Shout, Shout, Shout)

Yow!

Yeah, I saw your grunge band

Staring at your shoes on stage

Wearing that dirty flannel shirt

When you gonna learn Dirtball

You just can't fuck with, Twisted Sister

What do you wanna do with your life?

I'm an American hair band, watch me rock

You can raise your hands

Or you can suck my cock

Heavy metal God

I'm a pin-up boy

I'm the singer from Tuff not Pretty Boy Floyd

Super Loud and super wild

Sebastian Bach is Youth Gone Wild

Diamond Dave and Nikki Sixx

I wanna see Tommy Lee back spinning those sticks

Up All Night, gonna sleep all day

I love Girls, Girls, Girls and I love LA

I won't waste my breath, but here's a clue

Give Pearl Jam & Eddie a big, fuck you

Who cares about weezer and the Screaming Trees

When we got white lion and of course the Sleeze Beez

If you wanna rock n' roll then read my lips

Let's shout it out loud for a band named Kiss

(Kiss, Kiss, Kiss, ooh)

They call 'em hair bands

Wearing leather and black

Throw your hands in the air

Yeah, we're bringing it back

And say (Shout, Shout)

At The Devil again

And say (Shout, Shout)

At The Devil my friend

So say (Shout, Shout)

Never letting it end

And say (Shout, shout, Shout, Shout)

Yeah!

I'm a hair band, Wanted Dead Or Alive

Singing (Shout, Shout, Shout, Shout)

I Wanna Rock and roll in the Still Of The Night

Say (Shout, Shout, Shout, Shout)

Gonna take you down to the Paradise City

And (Shout, Shout, Shout, Shout)

Everybody let's sing Talk Dirty to me