Arm in arm
And row on row
We’re cranking up the stereo
We’re heading for an ASBO

I scream for Quo

Fast ‘n’ bulbous
On we go
Heel for heel
And toe for toe
Change the chords?
Oh no, no, no

I scream for Quo

There ain’t no room for a kosher cowboy
In a town like New Orleans
Nobody but Status Quo knows what the fuck that means

Oh dear

see also:

One Love, You Big Dummy

Tripe Mask Replica