Classic Rock

Oh,Baby

A bird on the bass
A tongue,what a face
The best the music could be is described as lame
Sure we look disgusting
But whose chops are we busting?
In a year,maybe two,we'll seem tame
And three years down the track
We'll be a Las Vegas lounge act
We'll be back
We'll be back
Cause we're The Boingers.


Jimmy dropped his pants
And Ozzy dines on bats
And Hendrix played guitar with his teeth
The deadheads got their Jerry
And mom's got her Barry
And Ronnie's listening to guys like Falwell and Meese

But if you don't know by now
Bill bit off the head of a cow
That's no lie,that's no lie
Cause we're The Boingers.

Was Bowie ever a fairy?
Was Debbie ever Harry?
Is filthy ever divine?
Let's not be reflective
Does Barbra wish she was goy?
Is George really a boy?
Was Elvis really the king?
It's all subjective

The answer to all this
Lies with their pyschoanalysts
Just relax,just relax
I can't relax,I can't relax
Cause I'm a Boinger.
Music & Lyrics written by Steve Dallas & Wild Bill Katt