"Listen up, kid! (Mama said) I'm gonna make you scream When I take you backstage, behind that rock'n'roll dream You think it's all money, controlled substances, P-p-p-premarital sex, and bizarre dances? You think it's all noise? A vast circus of fun? Well, I wouldn't say this to just anyone: Rock'n'roll will ruin your life Like your old no-goodnik dad Kill your soul, and kill your wife Rock'n'roll will ruin your life And make you sad And I mean sad!" You laugh now, maybe (Ha!) but wait till you hear I've got no use for groupies: to shy, and too queer The truth about drugs: Well, I can't afford those Cause a lot of my money flew up the Circus's nose And all that noise gave me hyperacusis So turn this record down, or it'll happen to you sis! Rock'n'roll will ruin your life Like your old no-goodnik dad Kill your soul, and kill your wife Rock'n'roll will ruin your life And make you sad And I mean sad! Rock'n'roll will ruin your life Like your old no-goodnik dad Kill your soul, and kill your wife Rock'n'roll will ruin your life And make you sad