Drunk Classic Rock Fans

Breaking all the rules, fuckin' shit up old school
I work down at the carwash, I drink each day at work
A few shots of Black Velvet and I get the cars all wet
I'm a drummer in a local cover band
My mom wants me to move out of her garage this year
But she don't understand how I can make the audience cheer
"Rock and rockin' motherfuckin' roll!
Hoist your beers in the air!
I don't mind 'Free Bird' for the encore!
Let's do the Time Warp again!"

Our group is named Banshee Loves Slaves In Heat
And we don't do drum solos but that wasn't up to me
And I think our singer is a genius in disguise
We've been at it since discussing Kiss back in junior high
He's just like Jim Morrison with a beer gut to match
He can sing like Axl Rose, just watch the audience clap!
"Rock and rockin' motherfuckin' roll!
Hoist your beers in the air!
I don't mind 'Free Bird' for the encore!
Let's do the Time Warp again!"

Now Henry Rollins once said that there's nothing sadder than
A forty-year old drummer in a local cover band
But nowadays he can only sell his records to
Aging punkers that still sport their Black Flag tattoos
Who won't admit that now their tattoos are looking pretty dumb
Whenever we play Skynyrd, all the hipsters sing along
"Rock and rockin' motherfuckin' roll!
Hoist your beers in the air!
I don't mind 'Free Bird' for the encore!
Let's do the Time Warp again!"

I thought about settling down and meeting a nice gal
But she won’t understand all of my Journey decals
And the drumsticks that i once had signed by mister Peter Criss
I’m not lookin’ for Miss Wright but right now i’d take a near miss
‘Cause things get pretty lonely here in my mom’s garage
And drunken classic rock fans only take a man so far
"Rock and rockin' motherfuckin' roll!
Hoist your beers in the air!
Oh my god, when did I get so old?
Let's do the Time Warp again!”

“Let’s do the time warp again!”