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Terry bozzio (drums) |
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Roy estrada (vocals, bass) |
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Adrian belew (guitar) |
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Ed mann (percussion) |
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Patrick o'hearn (bass) |
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Tommy mars (keyboards) |
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Peter wolf (keyboards) |
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Alright! |
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What's this? |
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Thank you! what? ok! |
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Thank you! wait a minute! |
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Ah...take these... |
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Ok! |
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In today's rapidly changing world |
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Rock groups appear every fifteen minutes, |
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Utilising some new promotional device. |
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Some of these devices have been known |
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To leave irreparable scars |
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On the minds of foolish young consumers. |
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One such case is seated before you: |
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Little skinny terry 'ted' bozzio, |
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That cute little drummer! |
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That's right! |
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Terry recently fell in love |
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With a publicity-photo of a boy named punky meadows... |
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(oh punky!)... |
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Lead guitar player from a group called angel. |
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In the photograph, |
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Punky was seen with a beautiful shiny hairdo |
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In a semi-profile which emphasized the pootched out succulence |
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Of his insolent pouting rictus, |
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The sight of which drove the helpless young drummer mad with desire! |
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I can't stand the way he pouts |
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'cause he might not be pouting for me! |
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Punky meadows, pouting for you? |
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Ha! you bet sailor! |
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You mean, |
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You mean he's not...he's not pouting... |
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He's not pouting for me? |
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His hair's so shiny and it's done real nice |
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'til i squirm with ecstasy |
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Punky, punky, give me your lips to die on! |
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Oh punky, isn't it romantic? |
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Punky, punky, give me your lips |
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To die on...i promise not to come in your mouth |
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Punky, punky, your album's the shits! |
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It's all wrong! |
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I ain't really queer |
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But if he ever got near |
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Steven tyler would pay to see! |
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Pay to see! |
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Punky's lips, punky's lips |
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His hair's so shiny, |
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I love his hips! |
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I love his teeth and his gums and such! |
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Punky |
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(what is it? you come home!) |
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You're an angel! |
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You're too much |
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(oh god!) |
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The boys of my thoughts in my lonely teenage room! |
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He's been havin' a rash |
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(no shit!) |
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That keeps the girls away |
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(it's true) |
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Skin doom |
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(skin doom) |
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Is what the doctors say |
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And that makes me wonder |
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I wonder what punky is rehearsing today |
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I'll just go over, and hear him play |
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His hair is so pretty...i'd like to bite his neck |
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I've heard a rumor he's more fluid than jeff beck |
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But i ain't queer |
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I ain't gay |
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(he's a little fond of chiffon in a wrist array-ee-ay-ee-ay) |
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A wrist array-ee-ay |
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(that's all that is, i swear!) |
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Punky's lips, punky's lips! |
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Oh! i love his hair while eatin' dunk-y chips |
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Yeah! i love his blink and his blank-blank-blank |
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Why, maybe he'd like to yank my crank? |
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Yank it punky! |
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Yank it faster! |
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Yank it harder! |
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Yank it all nite long! |
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Come on punky! |
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Get funky! |
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I ain't queer |
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No no no no! |
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I ain't gay |
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No no no no! |
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(he's a little fond of chiffon in a wrist array-ee-ay-ee-ay) |
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Wrist array-ee-ay |
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And then he told me now: |
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I ain't queer! |
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(hey!) |
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I ain't gay! |
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(hey! hey!) |
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(he's a little fond of chiffon in a wrist array-ee-ay-ee-ay) |
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I-i, lord, |
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I'm fo-o-o-ond of chiffo-on |
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In a wrist array-ee-ay |
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Oh oh oh oh! |
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I-i, i said i'm fo-o-ond of chiffo-on |
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In a wri-i-i-i-ist array |
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Come on punky! |
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Give me your lips! |
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Ride on my venus-trip! |
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Patrick o'hearn, |
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Adrian belew, |
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Tommy mars, |
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Terry bozzio, |
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Peter wolf, |
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Ed mann. |
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Thanks for comin' to the show! |
