Well that ticket taker
God bless his soul
Telling' all the children he invented rock n' roll
But they turn him a deaf ear
They've been bored all weekend
And they're just so happy to be here
And that bass player
He's trying to push the beat a little faster
And that guitar player
He's wearin' out the finish on that telecaster
And that singer
He scans the front row for attractive ladies
While the band behind him
Plays those borrowed melodies
And the band's playin' songs that are new
But the old ones the crowd don't even know the words to
They're only here to escape the working week's tragedies
Sit back, have a drink, and enjoy those waves of sound
Waves of borrowed melodies
And there's a man wearing the shirt of the band
He's gonna try to sell you merchandise
But pay no mind to him
When a young girl across the room
Peers into your eyes