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Texty: Radio Birdman. Do the Pop.

Come on baby it's time to move
You been saying there's nothing to do
Don't be afraid of bustin' out of your cage
Gonna cruise around gonna burn up the stage

Do the Pop

Come on baby I said squeeze the weez
On your feet or on your knees
So messed up I'm gonna do some dives
Gonna do the Pop gonna burn alive

We saw the Stooges and the MC5
Drove themselves insane alive
Nova, blow torch, A-bomb eyes
The Pop's the way, the truth and the light