I got a call to pick up my girlfriend
I picked her up at a quarter to five,
And between this, that, and the other thing,
It’s a wonder I was barely alive.
After a session of total enjoyment
We drove to a local bar,
She turned the radio to a disco station,
I kicked the chick right out of my car.
Sayin, “Baby, you got a problem
Any fool can plainly see....”

Next night I took another beautiful lady out on the town
And not wanting to steal her virtue,
I kept my temptation all the way down.
On the way back, she turned the radio dial
To where the New Wave battered my brain,
You know I tied her up and didn’t let her out,
Moanin, “Baby, you got a problem
Any fool could plainly see,
And while you got that problem,
I’ll be damned if you’re gonna’ ride with me!”

Wanna’ see my baby tonight,
But only if she plays my music right.
One question I got for you:

Chorus
Will you bear a gun when a band decides to come,
Will you beg to stay when the band decides to play,
Will you stand and stare as the songs move your soul,
Will you say a prayer in the name of rock and roll?

© 1981, 2007 by Clay Hayes and Brett Hart. All rights reserved.