| Rock’n’Roll whips my soul
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| Wanton cries take me high
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| Last night I turned the radio on
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| To get something to turn me on
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| But I was shocked
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| I heard those dolled-up guys again
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| Tellin' me to be a NAVY-fan
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| My brain got blocked
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| What do they think how dull I am
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| To buy their bosh 'bout A.C.Y.M
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| To waste my time as a NAVY-draftee
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| Disclaiming my burning yen to be free
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| Wake up, we are the VILLAGE PEOPLE and our village is on fire
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| BIG BROTHER with his greed for money is killing our real desire
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| Rock’n’Roll whips my soul
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| Wanton cries take me high
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| The ROCK became a business
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| The business became a mess
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| With graft and cheaten play
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| Computer composed disco-sounds
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| Make people jump like fools around
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| Make money-sharpers gay
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| Their silly hits they sound like marching
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| And when I see that singing ARMY-guy
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| I wonder what they try to fight for
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| And why this trash can make someone high
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| Wake up, we are the VILLAGE PEOPLE and our village is on fire
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| BIG BROTHER with his greed for money is killing our real desire
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| I am tired of this rubbish, let me out of here
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| I don’t need no life-instructions when I’ll drown in beer
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| I want to feel music, I want to love people
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| I want to hear HENDRIX again
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| I want satisfaction, I need body-action
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| JIM’s message wasn’t in vain
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| And when this song is over, you’ll gladly know at last
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| Some chap from a village rock-group is living in the past
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| When music was reality and power for a good few
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| And groups didn’t need no industry to take their life to
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| YOU… |