One, two, three, four, five 6-6-6 It doesn't matter if it is good It only matters if it rocks The main thing that we do Is to rock your socks off There's no such thing as a rock prodigy 'Cause rock'n roll is bogus Right, KG? Right! Only thing that really matters is a classical sauce And that's why me and KG are classically trained To rock your fucking socks off Give 'em a taste, KG! (Okay) That is Bach and it rocks It's a rock block of Bach That he learned in the school Called the school of hard knocks Give it up for KG, give it up for me Give it up for KG, give it up for me Give it up for rock, give it up for blues Give it up for everything that is not to lose Now rock your socks off, woman We'll rock your shit up y'all Give it up children now to freak your shit out All right! Now I know what a lot of you are saying I just figured out what I'm gonna do with the rest of my days I'm gonna get me an oversized guitar Gain forty pounds And be the next D! Well, I got sour news for you, Jack It ain't that easy For instance Are you willing to make the commitment To waking up at the crack of noon For deep-knee rock squats? Seven or eight at a time In a row How 'bout are you willing to make the commitment To rock hard tasty abs, washer board style Glistening in the Sun? How 'bout are you willing to make the commitment Waking up, going: Okay, it's gig time What T-shirt am I gonna wear? Can't decide, can't decide Brain aneurysm! We've been through so much bullshit just to be here tonight To rock your fucking socks off And all we ask in return is so precious little All we're asking you to do Is drop trou' And squeeze out A Cleveland Steamer on my chest (Oh) Two, three, four! Give it up for KG, give it up for me Give it up for KG, give it up for me Give it up for rock, give it up for blues Give it up for everything that is not to lose Now rock your socks off, woman We'll rock your shit up y'all Give it up children, not to freak your shit out Ah, all right! Ah! What? Ah! Yeah! Aow!