Rock and roll!

Well I've been around this world and I'll tell you some

things
There ain't no free lunches, you gotta watch for the strings
You stand up for your rights and then you try to hold your

ground
But only Lady Luck determines if you're up or you're down


Oh faith in my friend and faith in my brother
And faith in my life, I don't know no other
You try to stay happy, you try to stay sane

You get a little pleasure and you get a little pain
You grab the brass ring, you know you've gotta try
You keep right on a-grabbing until the day you die

Life's a big gamble, you have to work on yet
It's a big card shuffle, you gave what you could get
You get your joy, you get to have your blows,

And where she stops, nobody knows
And so it goes...and so it goes...


I could tell you scary stories; I could tell you some lies
It'll take much more than that for me to open your eyes
So go anywhere you want to; do whatever you choose

And only Lady Luck determines if you win or you lose...

Oh faith in my friend and faith in my brother

And faith in my life, I don't know no other
You try to stay happy, you try to stay sane
You get a little pleasure and you get a little pain

You grab the brass ring, you know you've gotta try
You keep right on a-grabbing until the day you die
Life's a big gamble, you have to work on yet

It's a big card shuffle, you gave what you could get
You get your joy, you get to have your blows,
And where she stops, nobody knows

And so it goes...and so it goes...

(Spoken)

"Do you know what I love about having this microphone in front
of my face where I've got this groove going on behind me all
solid and smooth? Well, I'll tell you. Through the miracle of

rock and roll, I can say absolutely anything, anything at all
that will make some kind of sense in some poetic way to
somebody, somehow, somewhere. Observe closely...Hark! What light

through yon window breaks? Kids who live in glass houses should
learn to draw rakes. Them that takes cakes that the Parsee man
bakes makes dreadful mistakes. And those that think we can't do

Chicago are big lousy fakes."

"I don't have to explain it; I just gotta make it up...oh, I

guess I should play now."

"How is everybody feeling? You know, we're feeling so good,

we're gonna hit it for you one time (1 hit). Ho! Ho! Ho! Ha! Eh!
We feel so good, we're gonna hit it for you seven times (7
hits). This isn't something you get every day, this is

interdimensional, cross-rip timekeeping. Okay...this has never
been done before...we're gonna hit it for you 13 times in honor
of Friday the 13th. (13 hits) That felt pretty good! You know,

I'm afraid we're going to have to hit it for you 67 times.
(67
hits)"


"Okay...all right now...you guys have been such a wonderful
audience...we'd be terribly remiss if we didn't teach you a

little something...the incredible masculine and feminine dance
of awesome and articulate power...the dance that wowed them in
Nigeria in the early 1800's...a dance that wowed them in the

beaches of the USA in 1965...that's right, I'm talking about the
one, the only, Wobbling Surfer. Now, in order to demonstrate
this dance of incredible awesome power, you need a lot of

people; you need a line, as a matter of fact. This has been a
dance that has been banned from most line-dancing
establishments, most of your country/western line-dancing

establishments have not had this dance in their bar because it
causes nudity and profane language. But to demonstrate this
dance, we're going to use the world famous Blues Traveler Stage
Crew. Stage Crew, please report, in uniform! Ladies and
gentlemen, the virile and masculine, Blues Traveler Stage

Crew...this one particularly scary-looking. All right...now what
you've got to do is you gotta stand sideways...picture yourself
on a surfboard...knees slightly bent...arms out at a comfortable
distance from the rest of your body, while your torso remains
attached to your head, using the eyebrows to support the lower

lumbar signal angle of your forehead, try and imagine yourself
on a surfboard, and you're deep, deep, deep in the Mediterranean
Ocean, and there's Libyan terrorists on the left of you, sharks
on the right of you, and you have to wobble, wobble, wobble your
way to a safer, trimmer you. Now I'd like to point out that

several doctors had to operate on my leg to make it safe for me
to do the Wobbling Surfer. But never before has this been
attempted...this jump could very well kill all the people
onstage - we don't know because there's petroleum-based alloys
in my leg that could possibly explode into a ball of fire! But

we're going to try it for you this one time; we're going to try
it for you now, we're gonna do it, and we don't know how -
Ladies and Gentlemen, the Wobbling Surfer, for you, presented
for your viewing pleasure...1, 2, 1, 2, 3, surf! Go for the
jump!"


Oh faith in my friend and faith in my brother
And faith in my life, I don't know no other
You try to stay happy, you try to stay sane
You get a little pleasure and you get a little pain
You grab the brass ring, you know you've gotta try
You keep right on a-grabbing until the day you die
Life's a big gamble, you have to work on yet

It's a big card shuffle, you gave what you could get
You get your joy, you get to have your blows,
And where she stops, nobody knows
And so it goes...and so it goes...

"If only my Aunt Sylvia could see me now..."