| Rock show, hope you never stop
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| Rock show, way up at the top
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| It’s me, in section fifty three
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| Bought myself a ticket and
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| I paid to park my Nissan, too
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| Really can’t afford it
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| But I’ll do just to come hear you
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| I know all your songs and all the words and
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| What the songs all mean
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| There’s the trucks and trailers and
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| The buses of your road machine…
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| Rock show, hope you never stop
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| Rock show, way up at the top
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| It’s me, in section fifty three
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| And you, the Beast of Ballyhoo
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| Try-na find my seat
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| I stop to look at all your merchandise
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| Punk girl walkin' by me says
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| She’s skippin' work to be here twice…
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| Rock show, hope you never stop
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| Rock show, way up at the top
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| It’s me, in section fifty three
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| And you…, the Beast of Ballyhoo
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| You wear a gold satin jacket
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| But your tattoos show
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| You’ve got a ring on every finger and
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| Your green eyes glow
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| They call you beast and say you’re crazy
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| But they just don’t know
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| You’ve been on top since you was twenty
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| So I don’t think so
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| There’s your red destroyer and
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| Your back-up singer’s tambourine
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| I’ll catch every detail
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| Off your big high-definition screen
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| Rock show, hope you never stop
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| Rock show, way up at the top
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| It’s me, in section fifty three
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| And you, the Beast of Ballyhoo
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| Rock show, hope you never stop
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| Rock show, way up at the top
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| It’s me, in section fifty three
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| And you, the Beast of Ballyhoo |