A

long-

ass

fu-

cking

time

a-

go

In

a

town

called

Ki-

cka-

poo

There

lived

a

hum-

ble

fa-

mi-

ly

Re-

li-

gious

through

and

through

But

yea,

there

was

a

black

sheep

And

he

knew

just

what

to

do

His

name

was

young

J.-

B

And

he

re-

fused

to

step

in

line

A

vi-

sion

he

did

see

Of

fu-

cking

ro-

cking

all

the

time

He

wrote

a

tas-

ty

jam

And

all

the

pla-

nets

did

a-

li-

gn

Oh,

the

dra-

gon's

balls

were

bla-

zing

As

I

stepped

in-

to

his

ca-

ve

Then

I

sliced

his

fu-

cking

cock-

les

With

a

long

and

shi-

ny

bla-

de

'Twas

I

who

fucked

the

dra-

gon

Fu-

cka-

li

,

sing

fu-

cka-

loo

And

if

you

try

to

fuck

with

me

Then

I

shall

fuck

you

too

Got

to

get

it

on

in

the

par-

ty

zo-

ne

I

gots

to

shoot

a

load

in

the

par-

ty

zo-

ne

Got

to

lick

a

toad

in

the

par-

ty

zo-

ne

Got

to

suck

a

chode

in

the

par-

ty

zo-

ne

You've

di-

so-

beyed

my

or-

ders,

son

Why

were

you

e-

ver

bo-

rn

Your

bro-

ther's

ten

times

bet-

ter

than

you

Je-

sus

loves

him

more

This

mu-

sic

that

you

play

for

us

Comes

from

the

depths

of

He-

ll

Rock

and

Roll's

the

De-

vil's

work

He

wants

you

to

re-

be-

l

You'll

be-

come

a

mi-

nd-

less

pup-

pet

Beelze-

bub

will

pull

the

strings

Your

heart

will

lose

di-

rec-

tion

And

cha-

os

it

will

bring

You

bet-

ter

shut

your

mouth

You

bet-

ter

watch

your

to-

ne

You're

groun-

ded

for

a

week

With

no

te-

le-

pho-

ne

Don't

let

me

hear

you

cry

Don't

let

me

hear

you

moa-

n

You

got

to

praise

the

Lord

When

you're

in

my

ho-

me

Di-

o,

can

you

hea-

r

me?

I

am

lost

and

so

a-

lo-

ne

I'm

as-

king

for

your

gui-

da-

nce

Won't

you

come

down

from

your

thro-

ne?

I

need

a

tight

com-

pa-

d-

re

Who

will

teach

me

how

to

rock

My

fa-

ther

thinks

you're

e-

vil

But

man,

he

can

suck

a

cock

Rock

is

not

the

De-

vil's

work

It's

ma-

gi-

cal

and

rad

I'll

ne-

ver

rock

as

long

as

I

am

Stuck

here

with

my

Dad

I

hear

you,

brave

young

Ja-

bles

You

are

hun-

gry

for

the

rock

But

to

learn

the

an-

cient

me-

thod

Sac-

red

doo-

rs

you

must

un-

lock

Es-

cape

your

fa-

ther's

clut-

ches

And

this

op-

pres-

sive

neigh-

bor-

hood

On

a

journ-

ey

you

must

go

To

find

the

land

of

Hol-

ly-

woo-

d

In

the

Ci-

ty

of

Fal-

len

A-

n-

gels

Where

the

o-

cean

meets

the

sa-

nd

You

will

form

a

strong

al-

li-

ance

And

the

world's

most

awe-

some

band

To

find

your

fame

and

fo-

r-

tune

Through

the

Val-

ley

you

must

wa-

lk

You

will

face

your

in-

ner

de-

mons

Now

go,

my

son,

and

Ro-

ck

So

he

bailed

from

fu-

cking

Ki-

cka-

poo

With

hun-

ger

in

his

heart

And

he

jour-

neyed

far

and

wide

To

find

the

sec-

rets

of

his

art

But

in

the

end

he

knew

That

he

would

find

his

coun-

ter-

pa-

rt

Ro-

ck

Ro-

ck

Ro-

ck.