So I saw you at the fair, right? With your odd school glasses and your bed-head hair What a pretty little boy high-tops to match Straight-laced with a sidelong grin You had everyone laughing Killed over, tears in their eyes You're like a warm-up act for the next big thing You've brought everyone to watch All the children around, don't influence you And you get a coke back for your scotch Band play on, and the band played over A couple of rollercoaster rides Afterparty, afterparty at Jimmy's There's a room upstairs Oh yeah, no one even knows it's there Oh that's good yeah, oh yeah The lights will turn on in a minute Oh yeah, ah, ha, ha, ha So you say you got a band? Mmhmm Three parts kinks, one part the jam You got soul on stage, boy? How 'bout soul in the sack? Who knows? I got a mind to determine that band play on Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah Play on, play on, play on