70s Rock Must Die chords by Lard
Guitar chords with lyrics
Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)
Intro:
A C D C
A C D C
A C D C
A C D G
A C D C
A C D C
A C D C
A C D G
Verse 1:
A C D C
I was cruisin' in a car down Melrose Boulevard
A C D C
When I stopped all the traffic, I was laughin' so hard
A C D C
Standin' on the corner was this rock 'n roll dude
A C D G
In leather pants thinkin' he was so cool
A C D C
He had the jacket, he had the shades
A C D C
Farrah Fawcett hair, or was that a wig?
A C D C
Face like a turtle trying in vain to look stoned
A C D C
You could tell he'd been practicing in the mirror at home
Pre-Chorus:
G
He'd probably been posing like that all day
D G C G A
Didn't matter that it was a hundred degrees in the shade
Chorus:
E
Well c'mon, well c'mon
A
Seventies rock must die
E
Well c'mon, well c'mon
A
Seventies rock must die
E
Well c'mon, well c'mon
A
Seventies rock must die
E
Well c'mon, well c'mon
A
Seventies rock must die
A
Ooh, yeah!
A C D C
A C D C
A C D C
A C D G
Verse 2:
A C D C
Bogus bands, plastic rock stars
A C D C
Stupid clothes and the worst made cars
A C D C
Country rock making us all sick
A C D G
While John Travolta wags his double-knit prick
A C D C
Being a teen back then, man, it was a drag
A C D C
Bicentennial and no one burned the flag
A C D
You think we live in pretty desperate times
C A C D C
When people wanna go back to nineteen seventy five
Pre-Chorus:
G
My Saturday Night Fever fantasy
D G C G
Lock the Bee Gees in a Pinto and ram it from the rear
A
Burn, baby
Chorus:
E
Well c'mon, well c'mon
A
Seventies rock must die
E
Well c'mon, well c'mon
A
Seventies rock must die
E
Well c'mon, well c'mon
A
Seventies rock must die
E
Well c'mon, well c'mon
A
Seventies rock must die
Guitar Solo:
D A
D A
D A
D G D C A
Bridge:
G D Am
Ooh babe, yeah yeah yeah
C G/B Am
We may not have talent but we sure got attitude
C G/B Am
Suck my ego, pay to play, got nothing more to say
C G/B Am Am7
As we sell you a stairway to boredom
A C D C
Ugh!
A C D C
A C D C
Put your hands together
A C D C
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, hey
A C D C
A C D C
A C D C
A C D G
Verse 3:
A C D C
Look around at the hip people set in their ways
A C D C
Reaching back to the things they used to say they hate
A C D C
Young old farts playing fossil rock
A C D G
Stones reunions pass for rebellion
A C D C
Radio and TV gettin' so damn bland
A C D C
With collegiate John Denver copy bands
A C D C
Underground's becoming an alternative joke
A C D C
Even Aerosmith hates all the Aerosmith clones
Pre-Chorus:
G
I know they don't make 'em like the Son of Sam
D G C G
But even punks wanna go back to seventy-seven
A
Give me a break, man
Chorus:
E
Well c'mon, well c'mon
A
Seventies rock must die
E
Well c'mon, well c'mon
A
Seventies rock must die
E
Well c'mon, well c'mon
A
Seventies rock must die
E
Well c'mon, well c'mon
A
Seventies rock must die
E
Well c'mon, well c'mon
A
Seventies rock must die
E
Well c'mon, well c'mon
A
Seventies rock must die
E
Well c'mon, well c'mon
A
Seventies rock must die
E
Well c'mon, well c'mon
A
Seventies rock must die
E
Well c'mon, well c'mon
A
Seventies rock must die
Outro:
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