Simon Rushworth
All this week we’re marvelling at the magnificence of Steel Panther’s songwriting skills as they prepare to slay UK audiences with three dates in quick succession.
So settle down and don’t take offence at the following:
Death to Papa Roach, Blink 182, all those f*****g pussies sound like doggy doo
Wearing baggy pants, spiking out their hair, they’re not worth the crust on my underwear
Where is Def Leppard, where is Motley Crue
Why do all my lyrics sound like Dr Seuss?
Death To All But Metal