Each day, I keep that stinkin’ knob on a station that plays rock
I don’t care about those pop hits, I don’t want that same old talk
I’m not looking for the latest thing, I need the same routine
I’m talkin’ some hot kicks, from another time and scene

I’m not home with the pop charts
I’m not home, I’m feelin’ so alone

Sometimes, I worry ‘bout tomorrow; where’s my esoterica?
They say we’re headed for disaster, that This Is America
Now, I know ‘bout evolution, but it’s all crap dead ahead,
The fat cats play for keeps up there, they’re the living dead

Stay away from the pop charts
I stay away, I’m feelin’ so alone

Dance, baby!

[guitar solo]

We’re Never Ever Getting Back Together, 22,
We’re so in love with your body, not with the Shape of You
We’re not looking for the latest thing, we need the same routine
We’re talkin’ some hot kicks, from another time and scene

We’re not home with the pop charts
We’re not home, we’re not really alone

I’m not home

[spoken]:
See, a rock’s not too easy, where’s the disco part of town?
Turns out it’s been hunted into Europe
Gotta hunt those funk grooves down
Wait a minute, somebody said, “foul play!”
Lord, commit regicide today!