I Was a Teenage Werewolf (With False Start) lyrics

We rolling? (No, no, no)
Rolling? (No, no)
Rolling? (Okay, wait, no, not rolling yet)
Rolling?

What are you doing?
No, we're recording a f*cking album
Get the f*ck outta here or sit down
(Sit down, Aaron)
Well, if you don’t like it, then please leave, now
Man, nobody f*cking stops a take of The Cramps in the f*cking studio
Now get outta here
I mean it, get the f*ck out
Can't stand here doing this f*cking sh*t all night (All night? I just got here)
Get outta here
(Come on, Aaron)
I don't want nobody in here f*cking f*cking me up
Hey, this is costing me eighty bucks an hour, please leave
Oh, Jesus
I’m so f*cking sick of hearing about it, if anybody else feels [1:30 therapy ?]
[?] like to hear musicians doing anything
I am a musician and I ain't gonna do anything anybody else does
So please, let me have my studio to myself

I was a teenage werewolf
Braces on my fangs
I was a teenage werewolf
And no one even said thanks
And no one made me stop
I had a teen-land mind
I had to blow my top
And under teen full moon
No one could make me stop
No one could make me stop

A teenage werewolf
Parallel bars
A teenage girlfriend
Got a lot of scars
Somebody please make me stop, oh please

You know, I have puberty rights
And I have puberty wrongs
No one understood me
All my teeth were so long
And no one made me stop

A Midwest monster
Of the highest grade
All my teachers thought
Ooh, it was growing pain, oh, no, no
Oh, somebody stop this pain, oh