The-e first "Go to hell!" that I heard in my life
Was the day I was born when my Dad told his wife
"This kid will be a-a thorn in my side"
"And when he has grown up he will give me no pride"
Go to hell, go to hell, go to hell, go to hell
Said to myself "This is sure starting swell"

I grew to be a boy, and the old man did say
Tha-at rock music sucks why won't it go away
Those Beatles with that hair are a pa-assing fad
And I said to myself "What an insightful Dad"
Go to hell, go to hell, go to hell, go to hell
Maybe someday I'll get used to the smell

Then one day I was a man, and my dad came to play
So I cranked up the rock and roll, he went away
"How come my son never calls, when I need to complain?"
And the phone sits there silent but I hear the strain
Go to hell, go to hell, go to hell, go to hell
I keep on hearing that sound like a bell