Strike Up the Band

Never ever getting paid, living off the friends we made

Never ever getting paid, kicking ass and paying dues

Lose our mind in self abuse

Loving ladies by the score, waking up and wanting more

I hope my mama understands when we strike up the band

Well, I spit out my anger as the sweat do fly

Fifteen years of paying dues just to get me by

Mmm, now the barkeeps would pay us by the crowds we bring

Them sons-of-a-bitches never paid us one damn thing

And my poor daddy, he just don't understand

It's balls out tonight, watch the shit hit the fan

When we strike up the band

Now those drop dead ladies line the very first row, yeah

I do believe I'd like to spend some time after the show

Well, the years gone by, the barkeeps pay in cash

Them lovely ladies feed me earful of trash

And my old lady, she just don't understand

Why those young floozies got their hands on her man, hey

And my poor daddy, he still don't understand

It's balls out tonight, watch the shit hit the fan

I give it all that we can, got to give it, goddamn

When we strike up the band

Ah, oh

Oh, when we strike up the band

Ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-get, ow!

Living like a gypsy, air conditioned hippie

Who's never seen the light of day (oh-oh-oh-oh)

Rode dog and cowboy, don't know how, boy

I ever lived this long this way, no, no, said

And my poor daddy, he still don't understand

It's balls out tonight, watch the shit hit the fan

We give it all that we can, we don't give a goddamn

When we strike up the band