Hey there pretty baby caught you
staring at my Worf tattoo
If you wanna come backstage
I can show you the whole crew
Do you want to meet the crew?
Gotten stoned with stars
I have traveled cross the globe
Slept in piss-stained cells,
resort hotels and vans beside the road
Dreaming at the side of the road
Got my own guitar you know
I can outplay all these guys
I don't care about that
cuz I was born to drive
Baby I was born to drive
Crossed this country in three days
with no one by my side
If you see me rising behind you
you best move aside
Put your blinker on and move aside
If you're looking for a good time
I've got some serious gear
You'll wake up with a hangover
that lasts the rest of the year
Like I said it's serious gear
Won't remember why you did it
but you'll still be glad you did
It can be a secret we keep from our kid
I think I'd like a kid
Hey there pretty baby caught you
staring at my Worf tattoo
Do you wanna come backstage?
I can show you the whole crew
Would you like to meet the crew?
supported by 7 fans who also own “The Roadie Sings”
It's the essence of TMJ to follow up a smart song about the need to forge new memories with a killer that grooves on everything great and awful about the 1970s. Brash, confident, and deeply pleasurable -- and its vibe is punctured by the new old b-side's warning "living backwards in time/losing your mind." As always, TMJ has it all ways, beautifully. Alan S