Dead Kennedys - Jock-O-Rama (Invasion of the Beef Patrol) lyrics
[Dead Kennedys - Jock-O-Rama Invasion of the Beef Patrol lyrics]
How 'bout them hogs? Right!
Ooh, wah ooh ooh, wah ooh
You really like gorillas
We've got just the pet for you
It's the way you're forced to
Act to survive our schools
Make your whole life revolve around sports
Walk tough, don't act too smart
Be a mean machine and then
We'll let you get ahead
Jock-o-Rama, save my soul
We're under the thumb of the beef patrol
The future of America is in their hands
Watch it roll over Niagara Falls
Ooh, wah ooh ooh, wah ooh
Pep rally in the holy temple
And you're forced to go
Masturbate en masse with the
Favored religious cult
Cheerleaders yell, "Rah rah team"
From the locker room parades the prime beef
When archaeologists dig this up they'll
Either laugh or cry
Jock-o-Rama on the brain
Redneck-a-thon driving me insane
The future of America is in their hands
Watch it roll over Niagara Falls
Ooh, wah ooh ooh, wah ooh
Ooh, wah ooh wah oh, wah oh
Unzip that old-time religion
On the almighty football field
Beer bellies of all ages
Come to watch the gladiators bleed
Ooh, wah ooh ooh, wah ooh
"Boys, this game ain't played for fun
You're going out there to win
How do you win?
Get out there and snap the other guy's knee!"
Beat 'em up, beat 'em up, rah rah rah!
Snap those spinal cords, ha ha ha!
Beat 'em up, beat 'em up, rah rah rah!
Snap those spinal cords, ha ha ha!
The star quarterback lies injured
Unconscious on the football field
Looks like his neck's been broken
Seems to happen somewhere every year
His mom and dad clutch themselves and cry
Their favorite son will never walk again
Coach says, "That boy gave a hundred percent
What spirit, what a man!"
But who cares? Game's over!
Let's go get wasted, man!
To the 7-11, to the liquor store!
Let's party all night and party some more!
Another Trans-Am's wrapped it'self around
A telephone pole "I ain't drunk officer
I just fell getting out of my car"
"Don't worry about it, son
We were that way when we were young
You've got all the skills to
Make a damn good businessman
Hook 'em Horns!"
Jock-o-Rama, save my soul
We're under the thumb of the beef patrol
The future of America is in their hands
Watch it roll over Niagara Falls
Jock-o-Rama, that's the law
Come lick the butts of the beef patrol
If the future of America is handed to them
Watch it roll over Niagara Falls
Ha, ha, ha ha, ha, ha, ooh!
Ooh, wah ooh ooh, wah ooh
You really like gorillas
We've got just the pet for you
It's the way you're forced to
Act to survive our schools
Make your whole life revolve around sports
Walk tough, don't act too smart
Be a mean machine and then
We'll let you get ahead
Jock-o-Rama, save my soul
We're under the thumb of the beef patrol
The future of America is in their hands
Watch it roll over Niagara Falls
Ooh, wah ooh ooh, wah ooh
Pep rally in the holy temple
And you're forced to go
Masturbate en masse with the
Favored religious cult
Cheerleaders yell, "Rah rah team"
From the locker room parades the prime beef
When archaeologists dig this up they'll
Either laugh or cry
Jock-o-Rama on the brain
Redneck-a-thon driving me insane
The future of America is in their hands
Watch it roll over Niagara Falls
Ooh, wah ooh ooh, wah ooh
Ooh, wah ooh wah oh, wah oh
Unzip that old-time religion
On the almighty football field
Beer bellies of all ages
Come to watch the gladiators bleed
Ooh, wah ooh ooh, wah ooh
"Boys, this game ain't played for fun
You're going out there to win
How do you win?
Get out there and snap the other guy's knee!"
Beat 'em up, beat 'em up, rah rah rah!
Snap those spinal cords, ha ha ha!
Beat 'em up, beat 'em up, rah rah rah!
Snap those spinal cords, ha ha ha!
The star quarterback lies injured
Unconscious on the football field
Looks like his neck's been broken
Seems to happen somewhere every year
His mom and dad clutch themselves and cry
Their favorite son will never walk again
Coach says, "That boy gave a hundred percent
What spirit, what a man!"
But who cares? Game's over!
Let's go get wasted, man!
To the 7-11, to the liquor store!
Let's party all night and party some more!
Another Trans-Am's wrapped it'self around
A telephone pole "I ain't drunk officer
I just fell getting out of my car"
"Don't worry about it, son
We were that way when we were young
You've got all the skills to
Make a damn good businessman
Hook 'em Horns!"
Jock-o-Rama, save my soul
We're under the thumb of the beef patrol
The future of America is in their hands
Watch it roll over Niagara Falls
Jock-o-Rama, that's the law
Come lick the butts of the beef patrol
If the future of America is handed to them
Watch it roll over Niagara Falls
Ha, ha, ha ha, ha, ha, ooh!