Call the girls, and call the guys Pull the trailer, pray for blue skies Sound checks in between conversations The greatest gift for past sensations Thank God for the cover band Feeding generations, who understand Every chord and line transports the mind Hoot hoot to the deejay, who spun it for the first time Call the neighbors, call old school friends Where’s the fire marshal, keep packing them in Every lick and every lyric, is a perfect reflection We’re about to realize, the key that changed direction Thank God for the cover band Feeding generations, who understand Every chord and line transports the mind Hoot hoot to the deejay, who spun it for the first time As the lead singer, its my job this day I’m your human jukebox, with much to say It’s a great honor to serve you well Will we play your favorite tune, time will tell Thank God for the cover band Feeding generations, who understand Every chord and line transports the mind Hoot hoot to the deejay, who spun it for the first time We got the electric guitar We got the bass real deep We got the drummer, watch the feet, drum riff We got the singer, it’s me Thank God for the cover band Feeding generations, who understand Every chord and line transports the mind Hoot hoot to the deejay, who spun it for the first time Alright, everybody, on the count of three Shout your favorite song, directly at me We’ll gather up the intel, I promise, yo yo Hope to cover your anthem at the next cover show Oh, oh, oh, the next cover show
