Ode To The Rock 'N' Roller

It feels like I've been doing this for a million years

Every note has been played before in this exact order too

And none of those buttholes out there really want anything new

So I just keep on cookin' this ol' familiar stew and it's kind of rank

Hey, won't you look at me now

They seem to think that I've lost it somehow

Hey mama look at this

I'm shooting cascades of boogaloo jizz

I am in a state of drunk as fuck on a stage in a city somewhere

But I know my guitar and I know this song

Cause I've been singing it for far too long

What's that noise in the background

I'm the noise in the background

Wait, what's this

Suddenly I'm sucked into a place

Maybe a different dimension, I don't know

This is a place where they make music

That's not written to accompany the vacuuming of your flat

Whoa, what the hell was that

Like I was running around on a fucked up music sheet

One minute I was rollin' on a river and

In the next I got caught up in the rites of spring

I can't help wondering if the audience felt it too

If I close my eyes and squeal they look pretty pissed out there

What's that noise in the background

I'm the noise in the background

I opened my heart and my soul for you

But you didn't understand

Your mind was locked

You just thought I was trying to be cool

I might have been somewhere else in time

And space but you looked at me as if I was possessed

Through a bolt of electric shock

Clear as a mountain stream

It came to me

What I've always known

And forever killed a lifelong dream

They didn't come to listen they came here to drink

So play those three chords over and over

So they don't have to think

It feels like I've been doing this for a million years

Every note has been played before in this exact order too

And none of those buttholes out there really want anything new

As long as the beat keeps pumpin' (play creedence)

And if the pint of lager is cold

Flick of a switch and the organ is grinding

Be that noise in the background

Just keep it on the backbeat

The rhythm of drinking

Till the singer goes "yeah yeah ye-ah!"

Everything is yeah, you guessed it

Everything is just fine