You don’t sing. You just dress
And all those skirts seem so impressed
Because you fit the little niche
Yeah, they wanna put you in
So just sit back. Yeah, just relax
While we feign our heart attacks
Always saving face
If that’s your saving grace
Whoa! You’ve gotta be kidding me!
Rewrite the book of rock 'n roll
Well, your new song sounds so old
And when you dance it’s Solid Gold
Oh, look, you’ve got them on a roll!
So if this song goes on too long
If you hate it, then Bang a Gong
Always saving face
If that’s your saving grace
Whoa! You’ve gotta be kidding me!
You know, it’s who comes to the show
It doesn’t matter how you play at the show
It comes down to who you know
It doesn’t matter how you play at the show
It’s who you know
Have you read the weeklies?
Oh, this city’s so in need of me!
We’re so sick of noise rock
We will knock all the songs out
Always saving face
If that’s your saving grace
Whoa! You’ve gotta be kidding me!
You know, it’s who comes to the show