Song parody of
AC Blues
by Billy Blynde
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We've got another show on a Saturday night
Vans all loaded all packed up tight
The bands inside with some roadies in bloom
Crates of beers and some vodka too
We're not Bob Marley and we're not Kiss
We're not Alice Cooper and we're not the Smiths
We're not P Diddy don't hang with no crew
We're not King Elvis ain't got his shoes
A long road ahead hundred miles to go
Another city for another show
City limit signs say we're almost there
The crowds already here so the roof might blow
We're not Soundgarden and we're Pearl Jam
we're not Led Zeppelin don't get their clams
We're not Boyzone we're not Take That
We're not Willie Nelson ain't got his hat
Waiting in line for your favourite show
Energy explodes from the front of the stage
Strobe lights flashing lighting the crowd
Everyone together come ride the vibe
The bands set up the drums are on stage
A soundcheck to do to check we're in tune
The singers gone missing can't be found here too
That's why we're here singing for you
We're not Jay Z and we're not Kid Rock
We're not Slim Shady we're not Tupac
We're not Grand Master and we're not the Flash
We don't know Drake, who? but he ain't me
Waiting in line for your favourite show
Energy explodes from the front of the stage
Strobe lights flashing lighting the crowd
Everyone together come ride the vibe
The shows all done it's all over now
Late night drinkers and girls of the night
Pack up your gear and leave the club
It's a long drive home and the sun is up
We're not your lawyer or your waiters too
We're not your doctor or some health guru
We'll cure your ills with wailing guitars
We'll expand your mind with some funky grooves
Waiting in line for your favourite show
Energy explodes from the front of the stage
Strobe lights flashing lighting the crowd
Everyone together come feel the love
It's all over now and we're back at home
Sitting in the dark got the AC Blues
Waiting for the next got an itch in my shoes
There's no more cure for the AC Blues
We've got another show on a Saturday night
Vans all loaded all packed up tight
The bands inside with some roadies in bloom
Crates of beers and some vodka too
We're not Bob Marley and we're not Kiss
We're not Alice Cooper and we're not the Smiths
We're not P Diddy don't hang with no crew
We're not King Elvis ain't got his shoes
A long road ahead hundred miles to go
Another city for another show
City limit signs say we're almost there
The crowds already here so the roof might blow
We're not Soundgarden and we're Pearl Jam
we're not Led Zeppelin don't get their clams
We're not Boyzone we're not Take That
We're not Willie Nelson ain't got his hat
Waiting in line for your favourite show
Energy explodes from the front of the stage
Strobe lights flashing lighting the crowd
Everyone together come ride the vibe
The bands set up the drums are on stage
A soundcheck to do to check we're in tune
The singers gone missing can't be found here too
That's why we're here singing for you
We're not Jay Z and we're not Kid Rock
We're not Slim Shady we're not Tupac
We're not Grand Master and we're not the Flash
We don't know Drake, who? but he ain't me
Waiting in line for your favourite show
Energy explodes from the front of the stage
Strobe lights flashing lighting the crowd
Everyone together come ride the vibe
The shows all done it's all over now
Late night drinkers and girls of the night
Pack up your gear and leave the club
It's a long drive home and the sun is up
We're not your lawyer or your waiters too
We're not your doctor or some health guru
We'll cure your ills with wailing guitars
We'll expand your mind with some funky grooves
Waiting in line for your favourite show
Energy explodes from the front of the stage
Strobe lights flashing lighting the crowd
Everyone together come feel the love
It's all over now and we're back at home
Sitting in the dark got the AC Blues
Waiting for the next got an itch in my shoes
There's no more cure for the AC Blues