Barking like a dog, an angry little dog With your hair all dyed and Krazy-glued A hundred thousand bucks and your video still sucks And your crummy band has not improved
Shut your pretty face Shut your pretty-pretty face
I don’t give a shit about your video [x3]
Here’s a couple facts Number one, you cannot act Number two, can’t write a decent tune Number three, you’re just a creep With an overwhelming need To be in everybody’s living room
Shut your pretty face Shut your pretty-pretty face
I don’t give a shit about your video [x3]
Who gives a shit that you’ve got half a million dopey kids Who stain their pants over the sight of you Whatever happened to just playing rock and roll Instead of strategizing every single move
Shut your pretty face Shut your pretty-pretty face