Sitting in the stand of the sports arena Waiting for the show to begin Red lights, green lights, strawberry wine, A good friend of mine, follows the stars, Venus and mars Are alright tonight.
Rock Show
What's that man holding in his hand? It looks a lot like a guy I knew way back when Its silly willy with Philly band Could be . . . . . Oo-Ee . . . . . .
What's that man movin' cross the stage? It looks a lot like the one used by Jimmy Page Its like a relic from a different age Could be . . . . . Oo-Ee . . . . . .
If there's rock show At the concertgebow They're got long hair At the Madison Square You've got Rock And Roll At the Hollywood Bowl, We'll be there . . . . . . Oo Yeah . . . . . . .
The lights go down - they're back in town O.K. Behind the stacks you glimpse an axe The tension mounts you score an ounce ole! Temperatures rise as you see the white of their eyes
If there's rock show At the concertgebow They're got long hair At the Madison Square You've got Rock And Roll At the Hollywood Bowl, We'll be there . . . . . . Oo Yeah . . . . . . .
In my green metal suit I'm preparing to shoot up the city And the ring at the end of my nose makes me look Rather pretty Its a pity there's nobody here to witness the end Save for my dear old friend and confidante - Madamoiselle kitty
What's that man movin' to and for? That decibel meter doesn't seem to be reading low. It was louder at the rainbow Could Be . . . . . Oo-Ee . . . . . .
If there's rock show At the concertgebow They're got long hair At the Madison Square You've got Rock And Roll At the Hollywood Bowl, We'll be there . . . . . . Oo Yeah . . . . . . .
If there's rock show I'm gonna be there, yeah They're got long hair At the Madison Square yeah yeah You've got Rock And Roll At the Hollywood Bowl, I'm seeking you there With your long long hair ...
Jet
Jet! Jet! I can almost remember their funny faces That time you told me that You gonna be marrying soon. And jet, I thought the only Lonely place was on the moon. Jet! jet! Jet! was your father as bold as a sergeant major? How come he told you that You're hardly old enough yet? And jet, I thought the major Was a lady suffragette. Jet! jet!
Ah, mater, want jet to always love me. Ah, mater, want jet to always love me. Ah, mater, much later.
Jet! with the wind in your hair of a thousand faces. Climb on the back and we'll Go for a ride in the sky. And jet, I thought the major Was a lady suffragette. Jet! jet!