Ain't No Fucking Picnic (Yannig)


I don’t need no booker’s help
I can do it by myself
We’ll never cost 500 bucks
To subsidize some lazy Fuck


It ain't no fucking picnic!
You're just a fucking prick!


The band, part of the audience too
I don’t wanna stand above you
We’ll play our shows for gazoline
Just give us schnaps and we’ll get on the scene


Rock’n Roll it ain’t no picknick
Your attitudes they make me sick
The aim is to communicate,
Drink lots of booze and get up late

This music was supposed to be
A shelter from society
Not a place for all of it
The money-making stardom shit


This music was supposed to be
A shelter from society
Not a place for all of it
The money-making stardom shit

Rock’n Roll it ain’t no picknick
Your attitudes they make me sick
One thing you might never learn:
Respect is something that you earn!