Baby Woodrose What A Burn!
You get a lip because they think they know
What’s best for you and I baby
They’re so afraid of the truth
They’re gonna try to sell you one big pack of lies, baby
You’ve had your turn
And now it’s mine, what a burn
You get a feeling that you’re someone
Deep inside your soul, buddy
Then you get put down by everybody else
Because they think you’re a nobody
You get a buzz from the city fuzz
Because you’re on the wrong kind of dope, man
You get the eye from the girls on the side
Because you’re playing in a rock’n’roll band
