Dropped acid, Blue Oyster Cult concert, fourteen years old,
And I thought them lasers were a spider chasing me
On my way home, got pulled over in Rogersville Alabama, with a half-ounce of weed and a case of Sterling Big Mouth
My buddy Gene was driving, he just barely turned sixteen
And I'd like to say, "I'm sorry", but we lived to tell about it
And we lived to do a whole lot more crazy, stupid, shit

And I never saw Lynyrd Skynyrd but I sure saw Molly Hatchet
With 38 Special and the Johnny Van Zant Band

One night when I was seventeen, I drank a fifth of vodka, on an empty stomach, then drove over to a friend's house And I backed my car between his parent's Cadillac's without a scratch
Then crawled to the back door and slithered threw the key hole, and sneaked up the stares
And puked in the toilet
I passed out and nearly drowned but his sister, DD, pulled me out

And I never saw Lynyrd Skynyrd but I sure saw Molly Hatchet
And the band that I was in played "The Boy's are Back in Town"

Skynyrd was set to play Huntsville, Alabama, in the spring of 77, I had a ticket but it got cancelled
So, the show, it was rescheduled for the "Street Survivors Tour"
And the rest, as they say, is history

So I never saw Lynyrd Skynyrd but I sure saw Ozzy Osbourne with Randy Rhoads in 82
Right before that plane crash
And I never saw Lynyrd Skynyrd but I sure saw AC/DC
With Bon Scott singing, "Let There Be Rock Tour"

With Bon Scott singing, LET THERE BE ROCK!