I'm on my way to playin' it, Duh!
I'm in a big rock show, yeah!
So much there on the stage
I hope my band don't blow, yeah!
Play, play, play, plaaaaaay!

The songs that I write use only three chords
And when I sing, I use small words
For our fans aren't smarter than that
We're rockin' out
I'll be stretching my pants to let the stuffed sock bulge right out
I act real tough, I use my pout
In each city, each gig city
We make a big noise, with our guitar toys
That's why our amps get blown
And I will sweat from the flood lights
As I wail for the big crowds

Gig time!
And now I play, I'm fakin' it I guess
Gig time!
I've got to make a show, yeah
Swig time!
So much booze in my life
Wig time!
For my own hair stopped growing

Ho, oh oh, oh oh, oooh, eeee, yow my back!

My groupies have all of their I.D.s and I greet them when they come backstage
Tell them how my wife just don't understand me and always they get laid
Then I show them out the door from the bed
I have it made in this fuzzy world and I hope it lasts before I wind up dead
And my music will be a fad passing
And I will soon be a has –been

Gig time!
And now I play, I'm fakin' it I guess
Gig time!
I've got to make a show, yeah
Swig time!
So much booze in my life
Wig time!
For my own hair stopped growing
Gig time!
My ego's getting bigger!
Gig time!
My bills are getting bigger
Gig time!
My gut is getting bigger and my a-a-ass
Gig time!
My audience is smaller!
Brig time!
Now I'm in a cell
Brig time!
My cellmate wants to dance
Brig time!
Oh my God he sure is
Big,big,big,big,big,big,big,big,big,big,big,big

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