Nineteen seventy one

We all heard the starters gun

New York is such a pity

But at Max's Kansas City we won



We all shot the shit at the bar

With Johnny O'Toole and his scar

And then old Clive Davis said

He's surely gonna make us a star

I'm gonna make you a star

Just the way you are



But with all his style

I could see in his eyes

That we is goin' to trial



It was No Surprise



The boys kept kickin' ass

As usual time would tell

But some bitch in the choir

Threw water on the fires of hell

She loved to show and tell

Lord she loved to tell



But with all our style

You could see in our eyes

That we is still on trial



And it was No Surprize

No Surprize

No Surprize

No Surprize



Midnight lady

Situation fetal

Vaccinate your ass

With a phonograph needle



I say

Look it here

Friend of mine

Scratch like you need calomine

Flamingo boots

Sole's a creakin'

Still in love and Puerto Rican too



Ridin' on the wheels of hell

Smokin' in our axle grease

Oh the backstage is rockin'

And we're coppin' from the local police

That's right the local police

Or the justice of peace



But with all our style

You could see in our eyes

That we is still on trial



Baby it's No Surprise

No Surprise

No Surprise

No Surprise



Rock and roll

Junkie whore

Got my foot inside the door

Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock

Nobody's keepin' score



Bad times

Go away

Come again some other day

Topaz and sazzafrazz

Will keep the blues away



Candy store

Rock and roll

Corporation jellyroll

Play the singles it ain't me

It's programmed insanity



You ascap

If BMI

Could ever make a mountain fly

If Japanese can boil teas

Then where the fuck's my royalties