Lyrics

We rolling? (No, no, no) Rolling? (No, no) Rolling? (Okay, wait, no, not rolling yet) Rolling? What are you doing? No, we're recording a fucking album Get the fuck outta here or sit down (Sit down, Aaron) Well, if you don't like it, then please leave, now Man, nobody fucking stops a take of The Cramps in the fucking studio Now get outta here I mean it, get the fuck out Can't stand here doing this fucking shit all night (All night? I just got here) Get outta here (Come on, Aaron) I don't want nobody in here fucking fucking me up Hey, this is costing me eighty bucks an hour, please leave Oh, Jesus I'm so fucking sick of hearing about it, if anybody else feels [1:30 therapy ?] [?] like to hear musicians doing anything I am a musician and I ain't gonna do anything anybody else does So please, let me have my studio to myself I was a teenage werewolf Braces on my fangs I was a teenage werewolf And no one even said thanks And no one made me stop I had a teen-land mind I had to blow my top And under teen full moon No one could make me stop No one could make me stop A teenage werewolf Parallel bars A teenage girlfriend Got a lot of scars Somebody please make me stop, oh please You know, I have puberty rights And I have puberty wrongs No one understood me All my teeth were so long And no one made me stop A Midwest monster Of the highest grade All my teachers thought Ooh, it was growing pain, oh, no, no Oh, somebody stop this pain, oh