Aerosmith - No Surprize

Aerosmith - No Surprize

1971, 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' on trial.
And it was no surprize.

The boys kept kickin' ass.
As usual time would tell.
But some bitch in the choir.
Throw 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 your phonograph needle.

I say looky here.
Friend of mine.
You scratch like you need calamine.
Flamingo boots, soles a creakin'.
Still in love and Puerto Rican too.

Ridin' on wheels of hell.
Smokin' our axle grease.
Oh, the backstage is rockin'.
And we're coppin' from the local police.
That's right, the local police.
Or the juctice of peace.

But with all our style.
You could see in our eyes.
That we is still on trial.
Baby, it's no surprize.
No surprize.
No surprize.
No surprize.

Rock n' 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 sazzafraz.
Will keep the blues away.

Candy store, rock n' 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...aar.
Yak yak yak yak 'oow.