Master Race Rock - The Dictators

Hippies are squares with long hair

And they don't wear no underwear

Country Rock is on the wane

I don't want music, I want pain!

Dictators can swing

Make you dance and sing

Cause an oil spill

You don't know us, but you will!

We're the members of the master race

Got no style, and we got no grace

Sleep all night, sleep all day

Nothing good on t.v.

anyway

Gasoline shortage won't stop me now, Oh no!

We've reached a higher spiritual plane

That is so high, I can't explain

We tell jokes to make you laugh

We play sports so we don't get fat

We can sweat and stink

We can eat and drink

Don't do what we're told

And we're scared of growing old!

We're the members of the master race

We don't judge you by your face

First we check to see what you eat

Then we bend down and smell your feet

Hope you don't pick your nose!

My favorite part of growing up

Is when I'm sick and throwing up

It's the dues you've got to pay

For eating burgers every day

Take my vitamin C

No one's good for me

Life can take it's toll

When you're living

Rock'n'roll!!!

We're the members of the master race

Got no tact, and we got no taste

First you put your sneakers on

Going outside to have some fun

Dont forget to wipe your ass!

C'mon guys!

Lets go!

Lets go!

Lets go!

Lets go!

Lets go!

Lets go!

Lets go!

Lets go!

Lets go!

Lets go!

Lets go!

Lets go!

Lets go!