He's tuning up on his new B.C. Rich
He over tightens his A string
With a handful of picks in his pocket
His axe makes him feel like a king

He says, "The time has come to kill DJs
Playing hip-hop crap all night
With some drums and a bass and my fist in their face
The rocker's take over tonight

La la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da

Save us rocker, you're a guitar man
Play a song we can mosh to
Well, we're all so tired of that disco
Play rock-n-Roll, Metal, or Blues

Tyrone has his records he likes to scratch
His music ability
But now the rockers demanded a live band
So he stays home with his posse
He says, "Why should I play me an instrument?"
I'll just sample all that I need
"Well I'm sure that I could work for Bobbi Brown
If he ever stops beating Whitney

Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da

Now Jen is a bar hopping harlot
Who likes to dance the night away
But now that she's rocking, her boots will be knocking
With a man that practiced all day

And the bassist is practicing his scales
And the lead singer does scales alone
Soon they'll take the stage and play rock n roll
And laugh as the DJs go home

Save us shredder, you're a guitar man
Play a song with a solo
Well, we're all so tired of this bee-bop
Turn it up, tune it down low

It's a moshing up crowd on this Saturday
A manager sees the band go wild
And he knows that it's time, for these boys to sign
People don't want more Destiny's Child
And the guitar, it shines like a new Trans AM
And the people they show no fear
And they raise up a fist through a sweaty fog mist
And yell, "Rock is what we wanna hear!"

Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da

String axe master, you're a guitar man
Play a song use whammy bar
Well, we're all so tired of that Top 40
Play Slayer, or Sabbath or GWAR