(Note: This song changes with every version...this
version is from 5-13-94, when it was brought back
after a two-year absence, at the Aragon Ballroom,
in Chicago)

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
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/cVXgonna 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 wh at 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..."