Bring back denim
With lovely patches on
And stupid girly bonnets
And Donny Osmond,
Do you really know
What I'd like to twat
Are those seventies glam bands
With haircuts so crap,
You think you had attitude
Did you think you were tough
You've got to be joking
With haircut like muff,
Now you've passed on
All your worldly skills
To the next generation
Who think its a brill,
To block up my lungs
Block up the gents
With lipstick and hairspray
Where are the men?
Did you leave behind
As your symbol token
A load of crap songs
And a lampost that was broken?
You're always played at weddings
At new year, barmitzers and charity
Just fuck off back into the seventies
And stop plaguing me,
Especially when I turn on the TV
And there you are again
On a naff clothing advert
Well its improved, it's full of women,
It's the return of the metal bozos clowns
Here it comes
The big clown rap
About those seventies people I want to slap,
Vander Graf Atomic
Rooster Are first in line
For a sawn off shooter
Next in line Noddy Holder and Slade
How much cash
Do they want to make,
Merry Christmas
Everybody
That record is truly sorry,
They just keeping re-releasing
Every year it sounds even more appalling,
The seventies go down In history
As a shameful embarassing
Memory, Joker bands
For the weak and feeble
The only saving grace
Was Pan's People,
At least a few
Were truely great
They escaped
The glamorous glittered fate,
Johnny Lydon Stiv Bator
MC5 Or the Dictators
But they keep re-releasing
Every year it sounds even more appalling,
It's the return of the metal bozo clowns
