Verse 1
Backstage mirror, neon lights glow
Five grown men with a gallon of rouge
Teasin’ up hair like a lion on fire
Lipstick brighter than the Marshall amp wires
Leather so tight we can barely breathe
But fashion hurts if you wanna be seen
Spandex shining like a disco ball
Mama said “Son, that ain’t clothes at all”
Pre-Chorus
Powder on the cheekbones, glitter in the air
Takes three hours just to rock this hair
Chorus
We got more hairspray than guitar
More mascara than the movie stars
High heel boots and leopard skin
If it ain’t loud we won’t walk in
Singin’ “Whoa-oh-oh!” with the lipstick on
Headbang till the wig is gone
Living loud on the Sunset strip
Lookin’ like a beauty salon on a rocket ship
Verse 2
Bandana tighter than a payday loan
Mirror checkin’ every microphone
Guitar solo while the eyeliner runs
Crowd can’t tell if we’re dudes or nuns
Pyro blast and the smoke machine
Hair so tall it’s blocking the scene
Groupies screaming, cameras flash
Half the band just fixed their lash
Pre-Chorus
Glitter on the leather, nails painted black
Rock ‘n’ roll never looked like that
Chorus
We got more hairspray than guitar
More mascara than the movie stars
High heel boots and zebra stripes
Rockin’ harder than our beauty types
Singin’ “Whoa-oh-oh!” with the lipstick strong
Aquanet holdin’ all night long
If the wind blows we might explode
From the ozone hole our hairdos owed
Bridge
Eight cans empty on the dressing room floor
Drummer’s hair got its own zip code
Bassist borrowed his sister’s gloss
Singer says, “Pain is the cost!”
Breakdown
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who’s the glammiest of ‘em all?
Probably the guy with the pink guitar
And the five-foot halo of aerosol
Final Chorus
We got more hairspray than guitar
More sparkle than a shooting star
Lipstick stains on a whiskey glass
Rock so loud it’ll melt the past
Singin’ “Whoa-oh-oh!” with the makeup loud
Pretty boys makin’ metal proud
If rock ain’t pretty we don’t belong—
Turn the amp up, tease it strong!
MikeMajorDMW
