They headed southward from San Francisco,
To be with Chuckles and the others
With electric in the air and peroxide in their hair,
They looked like golden brothers
They drove a Datsun, an automatic,
The radio blaring static,
He made a face into the light and burst out laughing at the sight
The hysteria ensuing would dominate the night
From all the candy, the seats were sticky,
As they were drawn into the grapevine
Then Introduce Yourself came on as they barreled through the gog
The demon puffing madly on a mentholated log
They were tired, they were sleepy,
So they parked behind the Roxy
Adam left to use the phone, so he sat there all alone,
When Adam's voice come beaming through on the radio,
He started laughing?