Led Zeppelin Rules

I turn on my radio
And all the music sounds hollow
The first song they’re playin' sucks
And the next one swallows
The singer is whinin'
And the drummer sounds bored
The guitar player’s tone is like a Commodore 64
Don’t settle for less
Don’t suffer the fools, no-oo-oh
Don’t give them your allowance money
Let’s shout, «Led Zeppelin Rules»
Yeah
I turn on my TV set and I see the «American Idol» show
And people are wonderin' why all the kids are suicidal
Well, Jessica and Britney and Paris and Ashley
Well, they look so pretty
Then you ask me if I like their music
Well, I didn’t know that they had any
Don’t listen to disco
Don’t listen to punk, no-oo-oh
Don’t listen to the (???) and all that junk, woah-oo-oh
Don’t suffer the fools
Don’t settle for less, no-oo-oh
Don’t give them your allowance money
Let’s shout, «Led Zeppelin Rules»
«Hey, bro, check out the new Donut Boy song I got for free on my cell phone.
It’s so rad.»
«I'm not gonna listen to your stupid cell phone. Check this out.»
«Dude, what’s that?»
«It's got real music on it. It’s called a cassette tape.»
«What? How many minutes do you hear with that thing?»
«Ninety.»
«Woah!»
Don’t settle for less
Don’t suffer the fools, no-oo-oh
Don’t give them your allowance money
Let’s shout, «Led Zeppelin Rules»
Listen to disco
Don’t listen to punk, no-oo-oh
Don’t listen to the (???) and all that junk, woah-oo-oh
Don’t suffer the fools
Don’t settle for less, no-oo-oh
Don’t give them your allowance money
Let’s shout, «Led Zeppelin Rules»
Don’t listen to disco
Don’t listen to punk
Don’t listen to junk
Don’t listen to.
Don’t listen to… ska