| Come see a living, breathing spectacle |
| Only seen right here |
| It’s your last chance in this lifetime |
| The line forms at the rear |
| You won’t believe your eyes |
| Your eyes will not believe your ears |
| Get your money out, get ready |
| Step right up, yeah you, come here |
| You ain’t seen nothing like him |
| He’s the last one of the breed |
| You better hold on to your honey |
| Honeys, don’t forget to breathe |
| Enter at your own risk, mister |
| It might change the way you think |
| There’s no dancers, there’s no diamonds |
| No this boy he don’t lip synch |
| Here’s the last man standing |
| Step right up, he’s the real thing |
| The last chance of a lifetime |
| Come and see, hear, feel, the real thing |
| See those real live calloused fingers |
| Wrapped around those guitar strings |
| Kiss the lips we heard his linger |
| It breaks the heart to hear him sing |
| The songs were more than music They were pictures from the soul |
| So keep your pseudo-punk, hip-hop, pop-rock junk |
| And your digital downloads |
| Take your seats now, folks. It’s show time. |
| Hey, Patrick hit the lights |
| There’s something in the air |
| There’s magic in the night |
| Now here’s the band, they really play |
| I’ll count the first one in I don’t know where it’s going |
| We all know where it’s been |