This band, ladies and gentlemen, is a tight band.
Just watch the way that they hold together like a cock and a *
during this number, ladies and gentlemen. You will love it.
They will all climax together as one man.
I saw that once in a film, actually. I saw that in a film.
You know, it's so hard to be in love with somebody...
See, I told you they were tight.
It's so hard to be in love with somebody that don't love you.
Well, that was two of us there.
And it carries a heavy burden on your heart to know that the someone you love
is in love with your very best friend.
When somebody else is rocking your cradle,
better than you can rock that cradle yourself,
there's only one thing left in this world for you to do.
Turn around, pack your clothes,
walk slowly out the door,
look over your left shoulder,
hang your head and sing.
If...
If you ever think about me
If I ever crush your mind
Girl, if you ever think about me
Pretty baby
If I ever crush your mind
If I ever crush your mind
Alright
Alright

Well, you know
You know I'm yours
And I say oh...
I know you're mine
I'm so over come with grief
I wanna hear a physics filled guitar solo
It goes like this
Then you can't stand it no more
You go downtown to the pawn shop
And when I'm talking about pawn shop
I'm talking about P-A-W-N shop
And not the kind of shop that you dirty buggers go into
Which I went into earlier on this afternoon
There was a very nice book entitled
Big Thomas Goes Camping in Copenhagen
Very nice it was
And the day that King Henry got his Hampton Courts
Very, very nice
You go into the pawn shop
And you buy yourself a pistol
And you make it out on the scene
Where your loved one and your best friend are now together
You run up the stairs, run up the stairs
That's Chris running up the stairs
He lives in a very, very tall house
And you bust down the door
Bust down the door
Very big rough door
And there is your loved one and your best friend
At it, humping and pumping away
Like hammer and tongs
Oh, at it like a dog and a cat
Oh, in and out, the old, in and out
The old one, two, three, there
This makes you blow your top
You say, what the heck are you two doing?
And she looks at him and says
There you are, I told you he was stupid
This really makes you blow your top
You draw your pistol to your heart
And you shoot him
And you shoot your baby
Oh, it is a violent song, this, isn't it?
And realising what you've done
You say, baby, please
Forgive me
I'm sorry
And with her last dying breath
She looks up at you and says
Well done, well done
Why'd you break my heart?
Why'd you break my heart in three places?
I got them sheets
And them pillars
Caught in pieces
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
I'm feeling bad, baby
I got them walls, them walls
Them walls dripping red
Oh, yeah
Cause you shot the silver in moonlight
Going through her bald head
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Who they are, violent people, Americans
Aren't they violent people, Americans?