Got the call an hour ago
Said she's comin' to the show
Oh no what are we gonna do now
Because whenever she's there
I can stand and i stare at her long brown hair
And it all falls apart somehow

There'll be no rock 'n' roll tonight
The sound is really gonna stink
When she's right under the spotlight
I can't think

Maybe the rain will keep her away
A flat front tire or a broken leg
Maybe she'll just wanna stay at home
And we'll rock all night
I won't drop my pick and i'll get all the words right
But if she's there then we'll be doomed