The Beast of Ballyhoo (Rock Show)

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