[Verse 1]
"Listen up, kid" Mama said "I'm gonna make you scream
When I take you backstage behind that rock'n'roll dream
You think it's all money, controlled substances
P-p-premarital sex and bizarre dances
You think it's all noise, a vast circus of fun
Well I wouldn't say this to just anyone

[Chorus]
Rock'n'roll will ruin your life
Like your old no-goodnik dad
Kill your soul and kill your wife
Rock'n'roll will ruin your life
And make you sad
And I mean sad"

[Verse 2]
You laugh now maybe (ha!) but wait till you hear
I've got no use for groupies, too shy and too queer
The truth about drugs? Well, I can't afford those
Cause a lot of my money flew up the circus' nose
And all that noise gave me hyperacusis
So turn this record down or it'll happen to you, sis

[Chorus]
Rock'n'roll will ruin your life
Like your old no-goodnik dad
Kill your soul and kill your wife
Rock'n'roll will ruin your life
And make you sad
And I mean sad
Rock'n'roll will ruin your life
Like your old no-goodnik dad
Kill your soul and kill your wife
Rock'n'roll will ruin your life
And make you sad