Let There Be Rock

Dropped acid, Blue Oyster Cult concert, fourteen years old

And I thought them lasers were a spider chasing me

On my way home, got pulled over in Rogersville Alabama

With a half-ounce of weed and a case of Sterling Big Mouth

My buddy Gene was driving, he just barely turned sixteen

And I'd like to say, "I'm sorry", but we lived to tell about it

And we lived to do a whole lot more crazy, stupid shit

And I never saw Lynyrd Skynyrd but I sure saw Molly Hatchet

With .38 Special and the Johnny Van Zant Band

One night when I was seventeen, I drank a fifth of vodka

On an еmpty stomach, then drove over to a friеnd's house

And I backed my car between his parents' Cadillacs without a scratch

Then crawled to the back door and slithered through the key hole

And sneaked up the stairs, and puked in the toilet

I passed out and nearly drowned but his sister, Deedee, pulled me out

And I never saw Lynyrd Skynyrd but I sure saw Molly Hatchet

And the band that I was in played "The Boys are Back in Town"

Skynyrd was set to play Huntsville, Alabama

In the spring of '77, I had a ticket but it got cancelled

So, the show, it was rescheduled for the "Street Survivors Tour"

And the rest, as they say, is history

So I never saw Lynyrd Skynyrd but I sure saw Ozzy Osbourne

With Randy Rhoads in '82 Right before that plane crash

And I never saw Lynyrd Skynyrd but I sure saw AC/DC

With Bon Scott singing, "Let There Be Rock Tour"

With Bon Scott singing, "Let There Be Rock Tour"

With Bon Scott singing, "Let There Be Rock!"