Took long enough. Like, 37 yrs., man.Influential KROQ DJ Rodney Bingenheimer talks about being taken off the air
Couldn't take the heat:Hey!
He can't read baby he can't talk/He's L.A.'s favorite punk rock jock
Glitter bands and Bowie's cock/Are his ideas of new wave rock
You're a fuckin' piece of shit now Rodney/I don't think you're so hot
You make me laugh with those clothes you wear/And those stupid teeth you've got
Get off the air! Get off the air!/You pathetic male groupie, you don't impress me
Get off the air! You fuckin' square/You're just a jerk as far as I can see
8 p.m., Rodney's on the air/He's beating off in Joan Jet's hair
Christmas Eve, what d'you got?/Four hours of Phil Spector rot
You're a fuckin' piece of shit now Rodney/I don't think you're so hot
You make me laugh with those clothes you wear/And those lame-brain teeth you've got
Get off the air! Get off the air!/You pathetic male queer, you don't impress me
Get off the air! You fuckin' square/You're just a jerk as far as I can see
Little bastard.Shortly after the Angry Samoans formed in late 1978, Mike Saunders, Turner and Homer wrote an infamous song about longtime LA/Hollywood scenemaker and KROQ-FM DJ Rodney Bingenheimer, titled "Get Off the Air." When the song was included on the band's first record, Inside My Brain, the Samoans were blacklisted at the Starwood, Whisky a Go Go, and any other club in Hollywood/LA proper for about two years during mid-1980 through late 1982, seemingly due to Bingenheimer's strong influence with the LA/Hollywood club scene.
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