Let's start a band we'll call ourselves A Cursed Miss Maybellene I've got a practice amp and drum set we can use We'll build a bomb made up of slogans painted A to Z And let the post-punk modern history light the fuse Miss Maybellene A Cursed Miss Maybellene Miss Maybellene A Cursed Miss Maybellene Miss Maybellene A Cursed Miss Maybellene Miss Maybellene A Cursed Miss Maybellene We won't defend the bangs or badly drawn boy Plasticine We count them cursed among the richest of the thieves Another Tuesday night at Max's Kansas City looms Cardboard guitars cut-out for riffs play metal leads Miss Maybellene A Cursed Miss Maybellene Miss Maybellene A Cursed Miss Maybellene Miss Maybellene A Cursed Miss Maybellene Miss Maybellene A Cursed Miss Maybellene Claimed witness to the fall and saw the death of rock-n-roll Picked up the pieces at Gomorrah's jubilee Just barley noticed by the art-punks and the Velvet's fans Still never managed to escape obscurity By '81 we'd ushered in the brave casino sound A fatal list of fashion points and played 'em dead We called on Shelly, also known as Shirley Shirley pops To help us change it all to something new instead Miss Maybellene A Cursed Miss Maybellene Miss Maybellene A Cursed Miss Maybellene Miss Maybellene A Cursed Miss Maybellene Miss Maybellene A Cursed Miss Maybellene