Rock'n'Roll whips my soul
Wanton cries take me high
Last night I turned the radio on
To get something to turn me on
But I was shocked
I heard those dolled-up guys again
Tellin' me to be a NAVY-fan
My brain got blocked
What do they think how dull I am
To buy their bosh 'bout A.C.Y.M
To waste my time as a NAVY-draftee
Disclaiming my burning yen to be free
Wake up, we are the VILLAGE PEOPLE and our village is on fire
BIG BROTHER with his greed for money is killing our real desire
Rock'n'Roll whips my soul
Wanton cries take me high
The ROCK became a business
The business became a mess
With graft and cheaten play
Computer composed disco-sounds
Make people jump like fools around
Make money-sharpers gay
Their silly hits they sound like marching
And when I see that singing ARMY-guy
I wonder what they try to fight for
And why this trash can make someone high
Wake up, we are the VILLAGE PEOPLE and our village is on fire
BIG BROTHER with his greed for money is killing our real desire
I am tired of this rubbish, let me out of here
I don't need no life-instructions when I'll drown in beer
I want to feel music, I want to love people
I want to hear HENDRIX again
I want satisfaction, I need body-action
JIM's message wasn't in vain
And when this song is over, you'll gladly know at last
Some chap from a village rock-group is living in the past
When music was reality and power for a good few
And groups didn't need no industry to take their life to
YOU.