Tear it down in double quick time
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To get the eighth truck shifted 'bout midnight
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The locker rooms are empty but the (Strobo Tickers?) (strobe boats?)
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still spin with their pitching lights
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And someone with a yellow pass
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Gives out precise directions as to where and when
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And here am I with a drumstick,
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While young girls set to rendezvous, and be recognized again
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Tomorrow is an off-day,
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Be in Baltimore by Thursday is the only law.
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There's a suite down at the hotel
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Reserved for making merry with connecting doors.
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The lighting man's already improvised a bar,
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And printed invitations to the ball.
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Off duty cops line corridors wearing Tull (two?) T-shirts proudly
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on the band's (...) wall
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Crew nights, no flashlights or folding knives,
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Best boots and road suits and nine lives.
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Feeling that it might be wrong to
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Temporarily belong to the P.A. man (men?)
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Some angel from the midwest is regretting being
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Undressed with no suntan
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His polaroid is snapping
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The head carpenter is rapping on
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The gates of dawn
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Sitting lonely with a warm beer
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The girl with dental braces wishes that she hadn't gone.
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Crew nights, no bar fights or (feeders?) (veeders?) wives
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Thin walls and late (blade?) calls and nine lives.
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Crew nights, no flashlights or folding knives,
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Best boots and road suits and nine lives.
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Crew Nights
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| Jethro Tull |
