( Doors Open ) Thursday night, past Slappy's Happy Hour Becka Quinn, adjusting her grin Clears her throat, of dusky days and blunder Shouts, MAY THE COUNTDOWN BEGIN A - one - two - three - FOUR WELL THEY THEM WAS JUST SEVENTEEN! ( Chorus ) Jangling twelve strings, piercing ringing snare Never wrote a song that made the stage Chatter, sticky tables and mismatched chairs Leave sweat and bone, in every bar we play Long Tall Sally, Tallahassee, TALLY HO HO Dolly, Willie to Machine Against The Rage A Whirlwind in heels, COVER GIRL BAND show Blows the leaky ceiling off the WHOLE DAMN PLACE! ( Mini Bridge ) Overzealous fan Stowaway Hiroto from Japan Bounded on stage, nearly stole the show! Lead singer X Puts They / Them's stamp on next On a Jimi classic, in Toledo. EXCUZE ME, OHIO, WHILE I KISS THIS GUY OH You coming or you going, Becka Quinn Becka knows without knowing She can work it out from within Realizes, her habit forming ways Trips up her inner timing On Margaritaville and Glory Days Becka spends most afternoons Feeding pets marooned From jars that she keeps by the door 'Stead of practicing her triplets With a danglin' ash cigarette And drivin' her bass drum pedal through the floor She's got plastic pouting lips That have yet to mutter l Love You, in any earthly alphabet Still she will rock you awake Like the ghostess, of John Bonham Your kidneys, pulsating in a pirouette ( Bridge ) No cover charge tonight for the COVER GIRL BAND Gonna rock this dirty town clean As a whistle from the wilds of Wyoming To KICKIN' BRRASSS deep down in New Orleans Husky Haley on bass, with the "Pretty Face" Baby Seal SHOKTAYNE!, on keys and flute Fret Flamin' Edna leads the way on axe Singin' strummer, Intersex X from THE LOU! ( Repeat Chorus ) Becka's up late To memorize Eleanor Rigby Only song the other four will let her sing Ain't no drums On original recording Eleanor's not born to thump or jump and swing The obvious choice To sing the classic She's been performing in the habit for years Becka's three habits Still not wrestled from the deep Cutting college class, her faces and Everclear Becka packs her blue flag Election AFTERMATH mourning November six, twenty twenty four A glass onion, she sheds A shard of a tear Best, I practice Taylor Swift's song from Folklore. Becka Quinn's patio breakfast Everclear over eggless french toast Chased with a fistful of Flintstones vitamins Becka was sure she overheard If ya swallow enough Bam Bam's Bound to wash away next four years of sin Ahhhhhhh! Look at ALL THE lonely......... comes to her mind Grey stone pillows above soul's sleep time Becka Quinn begins again Suddenly, Not half as sad as she used to be She Picks up a glint from the cemetery Of a canary where a funeral has been My, my, hey, hey These furious five Ain't fadin' away Rave on, Rave on Brown eyed handsome Women stay strong Becka Quinn's yesterday Soon be long and gone Hey, hey, rave on
