Just off K-10 where the corn grows high Underneath a cloud filled, Kansas sky Joe Santee’s leaning on a cinderblock wall Sees a beat-up van pull up and stall Out steps a blond kid, looking half-asleep With a left-handed Fender and a date to keep Joe tosses his smoke, says, "You’re late for the gig, And that drummer of yours, well, he ain't very big!!" Then out steps Krist, yawns and checks his watch Joe looks up, says, "Holy shit, it's sasquatch!" It’s Joe Santee versus Nirvana tonight At the Outhouse, under the washed out lights A hundred kids charging through the mud and the weeds For a Northwest sound that nobody needs Yeah, Joe’s giving 'em hell, but he’s in for a fight It’s Joe Santee versus Nirvana tonight! The roof is shaking and the air is thick Chad’s hitting harder than a mule can kick Then the floor tom slips, it’s a runaway train Joe’s shouting "Fix it man!" but it’s all in vain Chad grabs the wood, gives it one big heave Tosses it off-stage, "Time for us to leave!" Joe’s jaw hits the floor as the feedback screams This just might be the show of his dreams. As they load up the van at the end of the show Joe walks up for just one more go Joe looks at the kid with the old man sweater Says, "I hated every second… but it's never been better." It’s Joe Santee versus Nirvana tonight At the Outhouse, under the washed out lights A hundred kids charging through the mud and the weeds For a Northwest sound that nobody needs Yeah, Joe’s giving 'em hell, but he’s in for a fight It’s Joe Santee versus Nirvana tonight! The Outhouse is breaking! Yeah the corn is shaking And Joe’s a believer now! "Yeah uh, I'm really just here to see 247-Spyz."
