Back with a vengeance much in vogue My friend, The Harlequin, The Rogue Befriending the meek His tongue tucked firmly in his cheek You better come clean How could anybody be so mean You better come clean I will not be a party to your scheme Admit that I was misinformed To whit, I'm lost and all forlorn I'm tattered and torn To tired to see how sick you've grown You better come clean How could anybody be so mean You better come clean I will not be a party to your scheme No more rock 'n' roll for you No more rock 'n' roll for you No more rock 'n' roll for you No more rock 'n' roll for you No more rock 'n' roll for you No more rock 'n' roll for you No more rock 'n' roll for you No more rock 'n' roll for you No more rock 'n' roll for you No more rock 'n' roll for you No more rock 'n' roll for you No more rock 'n' roll for you Poor old soul You better come clean How could anybody be so mean You better come clean I will not be a party to your scheme Come clean I will not be a party to your scheme I mean The things you do just make me want to scream