I hate you and your stupid bass What´s it like out there in space? (You ought to know) I hate you and your giant kick You make me laugh, you make me sick
I hate you and your spinning sticks Your platform boots and your insane chicks Your long blonde hair blowing in my face A platinum God? You´re a big disgrace!
I hate you!
I hate you, your spider eyes A guillotine, oh, big surprise! I hate your broken pointed nose Your big fat mouth that you never close
I hate you and that guitar pout Those tired riffs we all laugh about Hate your stinkin´, pudgy fingers on the neck You´re the King of America, but you´re no Jeff Beck!
I hate you! H-A-T-E Y-O-U H-A-T-E Y-O-U Oh, yes I do
We hate you, we hate your sneer The cigarettes, the smell of beer The mutton chops, the switchblade knife Your unapologetic life But, most of all we´re filled with rage At the empty space you left on stage (What a sid)
H-A-T-E Y-O-U H-A-T-E Y-O-U H-A-T-E Y-O-U H-A-T-E Y-O-U Hate you