I remember when I was a lad
That wild hard rock band we had
Folks would gather from nearby caves to hear us play
Just five humanoids, half-evolved
All the mysteries of music were not yet solved
We'd sing together in a circle to scare the wolves away

Daddy played slate, Mama played feldspar
Me and little brother would bang our pebbles
Sister wailed and strummed a lump of coal
We were getting high as we could be
We were living in a tree
Hairy, stooping bodies, but we had a lot of soul

When the circle was surrounded
By the wolves, Lord, cry and cry
Daddy struck flint, Mama struck iron ore*
Sparks would fly, Lord, sparks would fly

We would gather and we would hunt
I was a skinny little runt
Tempting morsel for some predatory beast
It was the very first gospel tune
That I was baying at the moon
I was praying that I wasn't going to end up as its feast

Daddy sang great, Mama sang better
Me and little brother just sort of grunted
Sister blew into a bison's horn
Before each show we would begin
To rub berries on our skin
Audiences liked it, that's how the blues were born

Oh no, our music can't be broken
Made of granite, made of coal
Daddy slew wolves, Mama cooked entrails
Me and little brother would play a game then
Toss a rock and watch it roll

Toss a rock and watch it roll