Put All The Pervs In Jail, Bring

If You Weren't Naggin', Honey, You'd Be So Sweet.

Oh, Demon Alcohol, Sad Memories I Can't Recall.

Money And Corruption Are Ruining The Land, Crooked Politicians Betray The Working Man, Pocketing The Profits And Treating Us Like Sheep, And We're Tired Of Hearing Promises That We Know They'll Never Keep.

The King Is Dead, Rock Is Done. You Might Be Through, But I've Just Begun.

Our Repertoire Consisted Of Rhythm And Blues, Sort Of Country Rhythm And Blues, Sonny Terry Things.