Wings - Rock Show Lyrics
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Rock Show
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What Are The Lyrics For Rock Show By Wings?
What's that man holding in his hand?
He looks a lot like a guy, I knew way back when It's silly Willy with Philly Band Could be, ooh-ee What's that man movin' 'cross the stage? It looks a lot like the one used by Jimmy Page It's like a Relic from A different age Could be, ooh-ee If there's rock show at the Concertgebow They're got long hair at the Madison Square You've got Rock And Roll at the Hollywood Bowl We'll be there, ooh yeah The lights go down, they're back in town okay Behind the stacks, you glimpse an Axe The tension mounts you score an ounce ole! Temperatures rise as you see the white of their eyes If there's rock show at the Concertgebow You're got long hair at the Madison Square They've got Rock And Roll at the Hollywood Bowl We'll be there, ooh yeah In my green metal suit, I'm preparing to shoot up the city And the ring at the end of my noses makes me look rather pretty It's a pity there's nobody here to witness the end Save for my dear old friend and confidante, Mademoiselle Kitty What's that man movin' to and fro? That decibel meter doesn't seem to be reading low But they was louder at the rainbow Could be, ooh-ee If there's rock show at the Concertgebow You're got long hair at the Madison Square They've got Rock And Roll at the Hollywood Bowl We'll be there, ooh yeah If there's rock show If there's rock show If there's rock show |
Who Wrote Rock Show By Wings?
Linda Mccartney, Paul Mccartney
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