Rockers In Rockers
The Steely Shooters are coming to town to play us some of their hits,
They used to stand like gods to us before they called it quits.
That was twenty years ago but now they are back together,
They’re picking up their guitars and strapping on their leather.
We have to go and see them play to recapture a piece of our youth,
To hear them strum and pound away while singing words of truth.
I hope that they play “Sham Slammers,” a song I can’t replace,
That was on the radio the very first time that I got to second base.
And I remember you and me out dancing to the “Horrible Hop.”
We probably would have kept right on if they hadn’t made us stop.
So let’s get a pair of tickets and go down to the arena and see,
We’ll have to pay an exorbitant price; they don’t give them out for free.
I think I have some concert shirts that I packed away with care,
That was quite a while ago, I hope that they’re a size that I can wear.
We should take along some earplugs in case they play “Jacob’s Spear”
We’ll have to go to work the next day and we’ll certainly need to hear.
Let’s get the kids a sitter and then we’ll be ready to rock,
Oh, wait, it says right here that they won’t play until nine o’clock.
Ooo, that’s a little too late for me, I’ve got an early morning meeting,
I’m a bear when I don’t get my sleep I don’t think that needs repeating.
Well, let’s just stay at home and watch them, I’ll get their concert DVD,
We can wear our too tight t-shirts and dance in front of our TV.
We can send the kids on up to bed and then we’ll own the place,
And when they play “Sham Slammers,” I’ll see if I can steal another base.
Copyright © Tony Lane | Year Posted 2011
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