Lite metal legions hold their lighters aloft
The tour bus of the succubus knows where they get off
And a frenzy of funk crazed fans
Overturn the welcome stand
Folk fools sing about the peace that never comes
The devil may care for death metal delight
Got the blues and paid some dues but what's the use
What is this four-four for along the line
Spend dedicated time with dying dharma bums
While out in the country a raw recruit
Is clambering into his cowboy suit
Get high on the hubris; selected highlights
Speed metal shreds & burns down the strip
When the beggar with the Gibson loosens his grip
There's so little substance in this abuse
The disco balls and glitter carry-on
The ever pressing need for #1
Get your rocks off at the Hop in the fifties
[a wanderer yeah a wanderer]
Or tune in and drop out in the sixties
[Baby boomers born again to go a-wanderin']