All in the Name of Rock ‘N’ Roll (Alternative Version)

[Verse 1]
Went out of town on the 249
Playin' for recognition out in New York town
You see, me and the boys got a rock 'n' roll band
They were so damn good, gonna rip up the land
Yeah
Well, we got ups, we got downs
We gon' get so high when the sun goes down
Got the ego that can't be abused
I got my two-toned shoes
And I can sing the blues

[Chorus]
Look out, kids, it's the FBI
We got a problem, you keep me high
Put on your clothes, take the smile off your face
And put your money where your mouth is or get out this place

[Verse 2]
But New York town is a mean ass town
We got a thousand bands singin' underground
Well, way down in New Orleans it's the same old thing
Commercial music and every ol' thing
Well, Old King Soul, he finally gave us a jolt
He played the vibes 'til 9 and read from 10 to 4
Played upside down, we played inside out
Then a uniform band, he was thrown into jail

[Chorus]
Look out, kids, it's the FBI
We got a problem, you keep me high
Put on your clothes, take the smile off your face
And put your money where your mouth is or get out this place

[Verse 3]
Gettin' hungry, I want it, woman
Can't get a smell 'cause my nose is blocked
And I'm so high, I can't believe it
Hotel dogs are knockin' on my door, woo
Two nights of singin' at the Holiday Inn
Left the two parts red, oh, what a square
Memphis the man, there's no sweeter song
Lisa Mc Cartney, we're the band on the run

[Chorus]
Look out, kids, it's the FBI
We got a problem, you keep me high
Put on your clothes, take the smile off your face
And put your money where your mouth is or get out this place
Oh yeah