updated the song check it out at the end zone now has title --

The ORIGINAL KURT COBAIN SPEAKS OUT --

 

ROCK-N-ROLL GLORY

 

She's overboard and self assured
oh no I know a dirty little word
what we are and what we were doesn't
keep us from bein' disturbed

the static erratic exertion
stems from my chromatic assertion
breeding from synthetic inertia
from a systematic need to not hurt ya

my spagetti confetti is ready
who we are is better than tom and petty
tom and jerry are surely scary
like a collectic effectic don't marry

na na na na na na na na na na na
na na na na na na na na na na na

my name is in vain halleluja
I'll stick a pistol and missile right to ya
in stripes I can't gripe civil hoopla
I'm trite and you're right ditty-dooda
a synthetic gallactic exertion
is better than my collective assertion

na na na na na na na na na na na
na na na na na na na na na na na

my corny story is so goddamn boring
when will I get my rock-n-roll glory
a zombie with no mommy is perfection
seven years to life's infection

na na na na na na na na na na na
na na na na na na na na na na na

she's overboard and self-assured
oh no I know a dirty little word
who we are and what we were doesn't keep us
from bein' disturbed

my libido for ya is a real possession
I just hope I don't get an erection
a systematic galactic attack
like dodgin' bullets in desert iraq

who we are and what we were doesn't
keep us from bein' disturbed
just like an old black and white movie
will I ever get a hot little groupie
you be me and I'll be you
but I'd rather be watchin' scooby doo

my life is like a neverending story
will I ever have some rock-n-roll glory
it's a crock that I really don't rock
churning and burning straight around the clock

my spagetti confetti is burning
but I tell ya I'm surely still learning
a synthetic erratic attack
I got all these monkey's straight on my back

na na na na na na na na na na na
na na na na na na na na na na na

(break it down real soft dreamy guitar in same melody, Kurt's voice is soft, sung like a chant)

a mulatto, albino, mosquito
let's take the time to talk about my libido
she's so fine I'm so high it's illegal
a mulatto, albino, mosquito
thank good god for that spiraling libido

acunamatatta mulatta
I'll get mine thanks to persona
but all the antifreeze stings like
nirvana

a biscotti mulatti my hottie
we'd wine and dine in time; Liberace
a mulatto, albino, mosquito
thank good god for that primal libido
I'm gonna ride ya like Evel Knievel

acunamatatta mulatta
your spagetti's best with avocada

acunamatatta mulatta
thank good godda mattata

 

a prolactic symphatic decision

bears an erratic collaboric collision

an authentic rutentic derisen

resides in my synthetic unison

 

oh my god she makes me so horny

I'll give her a little of my rock-n-roll glory

little ceasar's sure does please her

I swear to god I'll never leave ya

a rock star with a flashy little guitar

is on par to a propylactic surcharge 

when will you pay me when I'm workin' daily

this time I'm on fines to mother fuckin' save me

 

a synthetic gallactic attack

I'm sick of breakin' my mother fuckin' back

when will my spagetti be ready

I'll tell ya when then throw some confetti

 

my corny story is so goddamn boring

 

when will i get my fuckin' rock-n-roll glory

 

give me my fuckin' rock-n-roll glory

 

when will i have my rock-n-roll glory

 

gimme gimme my rock-n-roll glory

 

i really want my rock-n-roll glory

 

give me my fuckin' rock-n-roll glory (x10)

 

screech of guitar, explosion




(low snare drum cadence fade out)