The Show - Bulletboys

Let me entertain you

Rang through my head

I was a reckless child

And I did what he said

People came

From miles around

To hear the sound

That was tearing up the town

(Maybe you’re an icon)

(Baby you’re a hard on)

Or maybe you’re a god

(Baby you’re an icon)

(Maybe you’re a hard on)

Or maybe you’re a dog

The next batter up

Was a man

A scary man

With the golden hands

He brought his axe

To bury the tracks

No mortal man

Could follow his act

(Maybe you’re an icon)

(Baby you’re a hard on)

Or maybe you’re god

You can’t refrain

From going insane

It’s what you want to do

(Maybe you’re an icon)

(Baby you’re a hard on)

Or maybe you’re a god

(Maybe you’re an icon)

(Baby you’re a hard on)

Maybe you’re god

Now that rock & roll’s in the palm of our hands

We take it to the people every chance that we can

We are the party that never ends

Live by these words until we meet again

You can’t refrain

From going insane

It’s what you want to do

Do

Do

Do

Do

(Maybe you’re an icon)

(Baby you’re a hard on)

Or maybe you’re a god

(Maybe you’re an icon)

(Baby you’re a hard on)

Or maybe you’re god

(Maybe you’re an icon)

(Baby you’re a hard on)

Or maybe you’re a god

(Maybe you’re an icon)

(Baby you’re a hard on)

Or maybe you’re god

Whoa!

It’s time for the show babe

N-n-n-n-no!

Whoa!

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Time for the show

Aha-ha-ha!