The Beast of Ballyhoo (Rock Show) - Steve Forbert

Rock show, hope you never stop

Rock show, way up at the top

It’s me, in section fifty three

Bought myself a ticket and

I paid to park my Nissan, too

Really can’t afford it

But I’ll do just to come hear you

I know all your songs and all the words and

What the songs all mean

There’s the trucks and trailers and

The buses of your road machine…

Rock show, hope you never stop

Rock show, way up at the top

It’s me, in section fifty three

And you, the Beast of Ballyhoo

Try-na find my seat

I stop to look at all your merchandise

Punk girl walkin' by me says

She’s skippin' work to be here twice…

Rock show, hope you never stop

Rock show, way up at the top

It’s me, in section fifty three

And you…, the Beast of Ballyhoo

You wear a gold satin jacket

But your tattoos show

You’ve got a ring on every finger and

Your green eyes glow

They call you beast and say you’re crazy

But they just don’t know

You’ve been on top since you was twenty

So I don’t think so

There’s your red destroyer and

Your back-up singer’s tambourine

I’ll catch every detail

Off your big high-definition screen

Rock show, hope you never stop

Rock show, way up at the top

It’s me, in section fifty three

And you, the Beast of Ballyhoo

Rock show, hope you never stop

Rock show, way up at the top

It’s me, in section fifty three

And you, the Beast of Ballyhoo