Terry bozzio (drums) Roy estrada (vocals, bass) Adrian belew (guitar) Ed mann (percussion) Patrick ohearn (bass) Tommy mars (keyboards) Peter wolf (keyboards) Alright! Whats this? Thank you! what? ok! Thank you! wait a minute! Ah...take these... Ok! In todays rapidly changing world Rock groups appear every fifteen minutes, Utilising some new promotional device. Some of these devices have been known To leave irreparable scars On the minds of foolish young consumers. One such case is seated before you: Little skinny terry ted bozzio, That cute little drummer! Thats right! Terry recently fell in love With a publicity-photo of a boy named punky meadows... (oh punky!)... Lead guitar player from a group called angel. In the photograph, Punky was seen with a beautiful shiny hairdo In a semi-profile which emphasized the pootched out succulence Of his insolent pouting rictus, The sight of which drove the helpless young drummer mad with desire! I cant stand the way he pouts cause he might not be pouting for me! Punky meadows, pouting for you? Ha! you bet sailor! You mean, You mean hes not...hes not pouting... Hes not pouting for me? His hairs so shiny and its done real nice til I squirm with ecstasy Punky, punky, give me your lips to die on! Oh punky, isnt it romantic? Punky, punky, give me your lips To die on...i promise not to come in your mouth Punky, punky, your albums the shits! Its all wrong! I aint really queer But if he ever got near Steven tyler would pay to see! Pay to see! Punkys lips, punkys lips His hairs so shiny, I love his hips! I love his teeth and his gums and such! Punky (what is it? you come home!) Youre an angel! Youre too much (oh god!) The boys of my thoughts in my lonely teenage room! Hes been havin a rash (no shit!) That keeps the girls away (its true) Skin doom (skin doom) Is what the doctors say And that makes me wonder I wonder what punky is rehearsing today Ill just go over, and hear him play His hair is so pretty...id like to bite his neck Ive heard a rumor hes more fluid than jeff beck But I aint queer I aint gay (hes a little fond of chiffon in a wrist array-ee-ay-ee-ay) A wrist array-ee-ay (thats all that is, I swear!) Punkys lips, punkys lips! Oh! I love his hair while eatin dunk-y chips Yeah! I love his blink and his blank-blank-blank Why, maybe hed like to yank my crank? Yank it punky! Yank it faster! Yank it harder! Yank it all nite long! Come on punky! Get funky! I aint queer No no no no! I aint gay No no no no! (hes a little fond of chiffon in a wrist array-ee-ay-ee-ay) Wrist array-ee-ay And then he told me now: I aint queer! (hey!) I aint gay! (hey! hey!) (hes a little fond of chiffon in a wrist array-ee-ay-ee-ay) I-i, lord, Im fo-o-o-ond of chiffo-on In a wrist array-ee-ay Oh oh oh oh! I-i, I said Im fo-o-ond of chiffo-on In a wri-i-i-i-ist array Come on punky! Give me your lips! Ride on my venus-trip! Patrick ohearn, Adrian belew, Tommy mars, Terry bozzio, Peter wolf, Ed mann. Thanks for comin to the show!