| Some of these devices have been known to leave irreparable scars on the minds
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| of foolish young consumers
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| One such case is seated before you, live on stage. |
| Yes
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| Terry Bozzio
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| That cute little drummer!
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| Terry recently fell in love
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| With a publicity-photo of a boy named Punky Meadows…, lead guitar player from
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| a group called Angel
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| In the photo
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| Punky was seen with a beautiful shiny hairdo
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| In a semi-profile which emphasized the pootched out succulence
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| Of his insolent pouting rictus
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| (Oh Punky!) The sight of which drove the helpless young drummer mad with desire!
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| BOZZIO:
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| I can’t stand the way he pouts
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| Cause he might not be pouting for me!
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| (Ha! Punky Meadows, pouting for you?)
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| He’s not pouting for me?
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| His hair’s so shiny and it’s done real nice
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| 'Til I squirm with ecstasy
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| Punky, Punky, give me your lips to die on!
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| Oh Punky, isn’t it romantic?
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| Punky, Punky, give me your lips
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| To die on… I promise not to come in your mouth
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| Punky, Punky, your album’s the shits!
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| It’s all wrong!
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| Listen this is no laughing matter!
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| I ain’t really queer
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| But if he ever got near
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| Steven Tyler would PAY to see!
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| PAY to see!
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| Punky’s lips, Punky’s lips
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| His hair’s so shiny
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| I love his hips!
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| I love his teeth and his gums and such!
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| Punky
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| You’re an Angel!
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| You’re too much
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| He’s been havin' a rash
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| (No shit!)
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| That keeps the girls away
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| Skin doom
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| (Skin doom)
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| Is what the doctors say
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| I wonder what Punky is rehearsing today
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| I’ll just go over, and hear him play
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| His hair is so pretty… I'd like to bite his neck
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| I’ve heard a rumor he’s more fluid than Jeff Beck
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| BUT I AIN’T QUEER
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| I AIN’T GAY
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| (He's a little fond of chiffon in a wrist array-ee-ay-ee-ay)
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| A wrist array-ee-ay
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| Punky’s lips, Punky’s lips!
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| Oh! |
| I love his hair while eatin' dunk-y chips
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| Yeah! |
| I love his blink and his blank-blank-blank
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| Why, maybe he’d like to yank my crank?
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| YANK IT PUNKY!
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| YANK IT FASTER!
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| YANK IT HARDER!
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| YANK IT ALL NITE LONG!
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| COME ON PUNKY!
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| GET FUNKY!
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| I AIN’T QUEER
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| (NO NO NO NO)
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| I AIN’T GAY
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| (NO NO NO NO)
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| (He's a little fond of chiffon in a wrist array-he-he-he-hey)
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| A wrist array-hey
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| (One more time for the world!)
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| And then he said:
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| I AIN’T QUEER
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| I AIN’T GAY
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| (He's a little fond of chiffon in a wrist array-ay-hay)
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| I-I
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| Lord, I-I'm fo-fo-o-o-nd
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| Of chiffo-on
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| In a wrist array-ee-ay-hey
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| I said
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| I-I-I-I-I-I-I
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| I’m a little fo-o-nd
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| Of chiffo-on
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| In a wrist array-hey-ay-ay-hey
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| FZ: Thank you. |
| .. Our birthday boy, Terry Bozzio, sad but true. |
| ..
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| Just a minute |