A  C D  C
A  C D  C
A  C D  C
A  C D  G
A  C D  C
A  C D  C
A  C D  C
A  C D  G


[Verse 1]
      A                C     D                 C
I was cruisin' in a car down Melrose Boulevard
       A                   C          D                C
When I stopped all the traffic, I was laughin' so hard
A                  C            D                 C
Standin' on the corner was this rock 'n roll dude
   A            C         D              G
In leather pants thinkin' he was so cool
   A             C    D              C
He had the jacket, he had the shades
       A            C       D           C
Farrah Fawcett hair, or was that a wig?
A               C            D                   C
Face like a turtle trying in vain to look stoned
          A                  C             D              C
You could tell he'd been practicing in the mirror at home


[Pre-Chorus]
     G
He'd probably been posing like that all day
       D                    G           C G        A
Didn't matter that it was a hundred degrees in the shade


[Chorus]
        E
Well c'mon, well c'mon
A
Seventies rock must die
        E
Well c'mon, well c'mon
A
Seventies rock must die
        E
Well c'mon, well c'mon
A
Seventies rock must die
        E
Well c'mon, well c'mon
A
Seventies rock must die
A
        Ooh, yeah!
A  C D  C
A  C D  C
A  C D  C
A  C D  G


[Verse 2]
A           C    D              C
Bogus bands, plastic rock stars
A             C        D               C
Stupid clothes and the worst made cars
A           C       D           C
Country rock making us all sick
      A          C           D           G
While John Travolta wags his double-knit prick
        A             C      D             C
Being a teen back then, man, it was a drag
     A      C           D               C
Bicentennial and no one burned the flag
    A             C         D
You think we live in pretty desperate times
     C      A             C           D            C
When people wanna go back to nineteen seventy five


[Pre-Chorus]
   G
My Saturday Night Fever fantasy
         D                        G              C G
Lock the Bee Gees in a Pinto and ram it from the rear
A
Burn, baby


[Chorus]
        E
Well c'mon, well c'mon
A
Seventies rock must die
        E
Well c'mon, well c'mon
A
Seventies rock must die
        E
Well c'mon, well c'mon
A
Seventies rock must die
        E
Well c'mon, well c'mon
A
Seventies rock must die


[Guitar Solo]
D    A
D    A
D    A
D    G    D   C A


[Bridge]
G   D     Am
Ooh babe, yeah yeah yeah
   C                          G/B          Am
We may not have talent but we sure got attitude
C            G/B        Am
Suck my ego, pay to play, got nothing more to say
      C          G/B         Am      Am7
As we sell you a stairway to boredom
A          C    D         C
Ugh!
A          C    D         C
A          C    D         C
  Put your hands together
A           C    D        C
  Yeah yeah yeah yeah, hey
A  C D  C
A  C D  C
A  C D  C
A  C D  G


[Verse 3]
      A               C       D                 C
Look around at the hip people set in their ways
         A                  C            D             C
Reaching back to the things they used to say they hate
A              C        D           C
Young old farts playing fossil rock
A          C             D     G
Stones reunions pass for rebellion
    A       C        D             C
Radio and TV gettin' so damn bland
        A           C       D          C
With collegiate John Denver copy bands
A                  C        D              C
Underground's becoming an alternative joke
     A              C        D                C
Even Aerosmith hates all the Aerosmith clones


[Pre-Chorus]
  G
I know they don't make 'em like the Son of Sam
         D                      G         C G
But even punks wanna go back to seventy-seven
A
  Give me a break, man


[Chorus]
        E
Well c'mon, well c'mon
A
Seventies rock must die
        E
Well c'mon, well c'mon
A
Seventies rock must die
        E
Well c'mon, well c'mon
A
Seventies rock must die
        E
Well c'mon, well c'mon
A
Seventies rock must die
        E
Well c'mon, well c'mon
A
Seventies rock must die
        E
Well c'mon, well c'mon
A
Seventies rock must die
        E
Well c'mon, well c'mon
A
Seventies rock must die
        E
Well c'mon, well c'mon
A
Seventies rock must die
        E
Well c'mon, well c'mon
A
Seventies rock must die