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Every weekend, for months we did work, Never failing to have fun, And taking our "beer break" Months went by, And as it got close, We could see quite clearly, Though better than most... Playing 12 hours would be a daunting task... Is it possible, That long we could last? The closer we got, The less likely it seemed, I realised I had to act, Called up some friends, Did they want to add to What we lacked? Many musicians came to play with us, To check this out, A success was a must... But as we got right before this big gig, They all suddenly decided, This wasn't gona go over big... They hauled butt, and we were Staring at each other, Wondering what to do! I called more musicians, I'd played with quite a few... Had another crew, With but a week or two... Of course they got cold feet, We were flabberghasted, Now what do we do? At this juncture, Cousin Charlie did seem, More interested in PB&J sandwiches, And watching TV by himself, I lost my cool, And said he was fired... We'd play this damn gig, Even but Billy and Me... Now i was also, at this time, In another Band, Grateful Dead kind... Musicians were great, But at this late date, Joining us, Would be a risky fate... Yet some agreed to come, We went full steam ahead... The Show Must Go On!! Just a few days, before the big day... A change in the plans... Our sponsor did say... They switched this to, An all-day Battle Of The Bands!!! Oh great, just what could one say, They were gona have it, Their own way... It was promoted on local radio, Handbills they did make, We were the main attraction... Of us fools they did seem to make.... A popular radio DJ was hired as host... Our new drummer suberb, But knew not our material, And was eager to retire To some vegetable commune In Oregon, on the West Coast... Not what we wanted, Not what we would plan, But locked in by faith.. We'd do the best we can... Before the gig, A day or two, I called many musicians, And invited them to this zoo... Ads on the radio, Could be our big night... This nightmare of events.. Would give anyone stagefright... continued...

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The Big Day Part No. Two

Every weekend, for months we did work, Never failing to have fun, And taking our "beer break" Months went by, And as it got close, We could see quite clearly, Though better than most... Playing 12 hours would be a daunting task... Is it possible, That long we could last? The closer we got, The less likely it seemed, I realised I had to act, Called up some friends, Did they want to add to What we lacked? Many musicians came to play with us, To check this out, A success was a must... But as we got right before this big gig, They all suddenly decided, This wasn't gona go over big... They hauled butt, and we were Staring at each other, Wondering what to do! I called more musicians, I'd played with quite a few... Had another crew, With but a week or two... Of course they got cold feet, We were flabberghasted, Now what do we do? At this juncture, Cousin Charlie did seem, More interested in PB&J sandwiches, And watching TV by himself, I lost my cool, And said he was fired... We'd play this damn gig, Even but Billy and Me... Now i was also, at this time, In another Band, Grateful Dead kind... Musicians were great, But at this late date, Joining us, Would be a risky fate... Yet some agreed to come, We went full steam ahead... The Show Must Go On!! Just a few days, before the big day... A change in the plans... Our sponsor did say... They switched this to, An all-day Battle Of The Bands!!! Oh great, just what could one say, They were gona have it, Their own way... It was promoted on local radio, Handbills they did make, We were the main attraction... Of us fools they did seem to make.... A popular radio DJ was hired as host... Our new drummer suberb, But knew not our material, And was eager to retire To some vegetable commune In Oregon, on the West Coast... Not what we wanted, Not what we would plan, But locked in by faith.. We'd do the best we can... Before the gig, A day or two, I called many musicians, And invited them to this zoo... Ads on the radio, Could be our big night... This nightmare of events.. Would give anyone stagefright... continued...