WE BETTER KEEP ROCKING

We Better Keep Rocking

Well it's one long night, from Monday to Sunday

it's a Rock N’ Roll night club, celluloid dream.

Load in, sound check, hyper tension

load out and then crash, with a gig in between.

Forty two dates, booked for eighteen new cities

on the final leg, of a twelve week tour.

Three grand over budget, with a broken down truck

for Rock and Roll madness, there's no quick cure.

So we better keep rocking, and we better keep, rolling.

Rocking and rolling, till the naked, light of day.

There' a girl on the stage with an all access pass

but she's just another groupie, some promoter let through.

They're knocking down the fence, one side of the stadium

there's a riot breaking out, in aisle sixty two.

The crowd starts to boo! after no second encore

the front man's collapsed, on his way to the van.

So they powder his nose and they boost up his Ego!

he hit centre stage like, no-body else can.

So we better keep rocking ...

At the back stage party, straight after the concert

it's a would be if they could be, star studded affair.

Rock N' Roll hopefuls and cheap champagne,

if there weren't any free bee's, they would not be there.

Tinsel top dance girls, hunting for husbands

vie for attention, from any or all.

the roadies are happy and the dealers cleaned up.

When the boss gets the bill, he's gonna climb the wall.

So we better keep rocking, and we better keep rolling …

Rocking and rolling till the naked light of day.

Musical contribution courtesy of Chris Kaye.