Steve Forbert - The Beast Of Ballyhoo (Rock Show) lyrics

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