I’m a Rock singer, used to be a Rock singer It’s hard to eat and get by Now I’m a dance singer, a dance singer right now There’s not enough to split between the two of us
“You’ll go hungry making music like that” My boss talked me into it, saying it’ll earn money From the triangle haircut to the dog legs dance But the rocker’s blood still flows through my veins Rockers badmouth us Norazo, turncoats of rock
“Rock will never die” – it’s all lies Don’t say that if you want to pay your rent Rock’n roll is king, what kind of king is this I don’t have money in my credit card, I’m a penniless king
My action guitar tugs at my heartstrings My boss made me do it, the crazy triangle haircut Mackerel was a hit, Superman was a success But within me throbs the pulse of a Rocker Rockers don’t treat us like one of them Norazo, turncoats of Rock
Someday I want to go back To the times when Rock was my all I have no regrets but it’s foolish My dream is to be a Rock Star
From the triangle haircut to the dog legs dance But the rocker’s blood still flows through my veins Rockers badmouth us Norazo, a turncoat of Rock Norazo, a traitor of Rock Norazo, who loves Rock