Thank you, everybody
We love you, we're so lucky to be here with you
Alright, we'd like to do a little tune for you now
Kinda tells the story of the Shocking Pinks
Where they come from, what happened to 'em
How come they're not really here today
When I was a young boy, it weren't too late
A half million buick was a foreign thing
We had tons and tons of rolling steel
With a long black hood and a fork in the wheel
Well I worked so hard I flunked out of school
And everybody said I was a teenage fool
Meanwhile I wrote me a new set of rules
About how to get gone and how to be cool
Well we hit the road like a ton of bricks
With an old guitar and a few hot licks
We were rockin' in the city and a-rockin' in the sticks
Didn't make much money but we had a lot of kicks
Get it, get it
Get it, get it
Get gone, get gone
Get gone, oh yeah, get gone
Get gone, get gone
Get gone, oh yeah, get gone
Well then one day a city slicker walked up
Said, "Son, I'm gonna make you a million bucks
Gonna fly around the country in a big old plane
Gonna eat a lotta drugs, gonna feel no pain"
Well I knew we were breakin' that highway rule
When we pulled outta town a little low on fuel
That big old plane fell from the sky
Me and the boys kissed the world goodbye
Yeah, me and the boys kissed the world goodbye
Get it, get it
Get gone, get gone
Get gone, oh yeah, get gone
Get gone, get gone
Get gone, oh yeah, get gone
Get it, get it
Get it, get it
Get gone, get gone
Get gone, oh yeah, get gone
Get gone, get gone
Get gone, oh yeah, get gone
Thank you
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