Dropped acid, Blue Oyster Cult concert, fourteen years old,
And I thought them lasers were a spider chasing me.
On my way home, got pulled over in Rogersville, Alabama,
with a half-ounce of weed and a case of Sterling Big Mouth.
My buddy Gene was driving, he'd just barely turned sixteen.
And I'd like to say, "I'm sorry," but we lived to tell about it.
And we lived to do a whole bunch more crazy, stupid shit.
And I never saw Lynyrd Skynyrd, but I sure saw Molly Hatchet
with 38 Special and the Johnny Van Zant Band.
When I was seventeen I drank a fifth of vodka
on an empty stomach, then drove over to a friend's house.
And I backed my car between his parents' Cadillacs without a scratch.
Then crawled to the back door and slithered through the mail hole,
and I sneaked up them stairs and puked in the toilet.
I passed out and nearly drowned but his sister, Dee Dee, pulled me out.
And I never saw Lynyrd Skynyrd, but I sure saw Molly Hatchet.
The band that I was in played "The Boys Are Back In Town".
Skynyrd was set to play Huntsville, Alabama.
Spring of 77, I had a ticket but it got cancelled.
The show, it was rescheduled for the "Street Survivors" tour.
And the rest, as they say, is history.
So I never saw Lynyrd Skynyrd, but I sure saw Ozzy Osbourne
with Randy Rhoads in '82, right before that plane crash.
And I never saw Lynyrd Skynyrd, but I sure saw AC/DC
with Bon Scott singing, "Let There Be Rock" tour.
With Bon Scott singing, "Let There Be Rock" tour.
With Bon Scott singing, "LET THERE BE ROCK!"