Roll into the city, scanning all the bars
The road dust made us thirsty and we're all out of cigars
The sun is up, there's still some time to kill
Give us 3 Sambucas and put it on the bill Yeah
There's people loading out the trash that we call gear
Just a 30 minute rockshow and we'll be out of here

We're gonna rock this joint like men possessed
Don't make any plans cuz there will be nothing left

Getting up for soundcheck that's over in a blink
The stagesound's always shitty and we need the time to drink
Searching every corner, glancing every wall
If we find a game of pinball there'll be no check at all
Feeding up the Bally with all we get to play
But still you'll see us smiling cuz it's been a kick ass day

We're gonna rock this joint like men possessed
Don't make any plans cuz there will be nothing left

"Riding on the highway, going to a show
Stop in all the by-ways, playing rock'n roll
Getting robbed, getting stoned
Getting beat up, broken boned
Getting had, getting took
I tell you folks, it's harder than it looks"

We rolled into the city, hung out in the bars
Now time is right for action, abuse of cheap guitars
The trip might have been hard but it's easy to forget
When you're cranking out the rock with fuel from a jet
The gospels being spread before kids without a clue
But the rock just keeps on rolling as long as there is brew

We're gonna rock this joint like men possessed
Don't make any plans cuz there will be nothing left