he was rock-n-roll lyrics

he was rock n roll!
he was a punk rock star!
he crashed guitars!
and drove vintage cars!

he was no father figure
but he could make you shiver
and when he made you quiver
it was time to deliver!

and he said to me when we first met...
hey baby i'll buy you a red corvette!
yellow roses or a lacey pink corsett!
but don't do me wrong
and write me a song
cause baby you belong in the kitchen!

she was rock n roll!
she was a punk rock star!
she crashed guitars!
and drove vintage cars!

she gave him motherly love....
from the heaven's above...
and when she headlined his club...
he saw white doves!

and then she said to HIM when they first met...
hey baby i'll buy you a black corvette...
red roses or a big fat leer jet!
but don't do ME wrong and write me a SONG
cause baby YOU belong in the KITCHEN!

she was tranqualized!
oxy-fied!
mutualized!
and petrified!

don't put me in the the kitchen
i'll throw out all the dishes
burn all of your bread
sever your sweet pretty head (x2)

she was rock n roll!
she was joan jett!
she was dressed in leather!
not that fake blue plether!

and he was put in his place...
smeared eyeliner on his face...
cryin' over the burnt bread on his plate...

...... in HIS KITCHEN.