The Stuff

Well, come on

There's no two ways about it

I don't listen to the radio

They keep playing that same song again

And the DJ's a computer

Comin' up, comin' up

Cut today to yesterday

They say the old world's better

Than the new world's better

Than the old world's better

Than the new world's better than this

Uh-huh-huh

Some people say

They like to rock

I think that they're all talk

Hear 'em comin' from a mile away

I don't believe a word they sayin'

'Cause they think they've got the stuff

But they haven't got enough

When they play that blues guitar

You gotta stick 'em in a bar

Where the old world's better

Than the new world's wetter

Than the old world's bigger

Than the new world's older than this

The guitar player thinks he's tough

Bass player's outta luck

The drummer's out chasin' tail

Lead singer, go to jail

Yeah, I think they've got the stuff

Yeah, I think they've got the stuff

Yeah, I think they've got the stuff

Yeah, I think they've got the stuff

Yeah, I think they've got the stuff

Yeah, I think they've got the stuff