[To the tune of Sons of God. The second verse is rarely, if ever, performed. Download the MP3.]
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Come on girls, we've suffered for our art,
Now it's time for you to do your part:
Ask a roadie, come backstage -
Even though you're half our age -
And we'll do! And we'll do! And we'll do! And we'll do-o ya�
"Ain't had sex", said JFK
" 'Til you've done it all three ways" -
That'll be the freakin' day:
Cos you know we're dreaming�
Come on girls, we've suffered for our art,
Now it's time for you to do your part:
Ask a roadie, come backstage -
Even though you're half our age -
And we'll do! And we'll do! And we'll do! And we'll do-o ya�
Husbands, fathers, don't get mad:
Rock stars like to think they're bad -
The real thing is rather sad:
We don't wear masks for nothing�
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