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Master Race Rock - The Dictators

Hippies are squares with long hair

And they don't wear no underwear

Country rock is on the way

I don't want music I won't pay

Dictators can't swing make you dance and sing

'Cause no oil spill you don't know us but you will

We're the members of the master race

Got no style and we got no grace

Sleep all night sleep all day

Nothing good on TV anyway

The gasoline shortage won't stop me now oh no

We've reached a higher spiritual plain

That is so high I can't explain

We tell jokes to make you laugh

We play sports so we don't get fat

We can't sweat and stink we can't eat and drink

Don't do what we're told and we're scared of growing old

We're the members of the master race

We don't judge you by your face

First we check to see what you eat

Then we bend down and smell your feet

Hope that you don't pick your nose

My favorite part of growing up is when I'm sick and throwing up

It's the dues you've got to pay for eating burgers every day

Take my vitamin C no one's good for me

Life can take it's toll when you're living rock n' roll

We're the members of the master race

We got no tact and we got no taste

First you put your sneakers on

Going outside to have some fun

Don't forget to wipe your ass

C'mon guys let's go

Let's go let's go let's go let's go

Let's go let's go let's go let's go

Let's go let's go let's go let's go