Terry Bozzio (drums)
Roy Estrada (vocals, bass)
Adrian Belew (guitar)
Ed Mann (percussion)
Patrick O'Hearn (bass)
Tommy Mars (keyboards)
Peter Wolf (keyboards)

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What's this?
Thank you! What? OK!
Thank you! Wait a minute!
Ah...take these...
OK!

In today's rapidly changing world
Rock groups appear every
fifteen minutes,
Utilising some new
promotional device.
Some of these devices have been known
To leave irreparable scars
On the minds of foolish
young consumers.
One such case is seated before you:
Little skinny Terry 'Ted' Bozzio,
That cute little drummer!
That's right!
Terry recently fell in love
With a
publicity-p
h o t o of
a boy named
Punky
Meadows...
(Oh Punky!)...
Lead guitar player from a
group called Angel.
In the photograph,
Punky was seen with a
beautiful shiny hairdo
In a semi-profile which
emphasized the pootched
out succulence
Of his insolent pouting rictus,
The sight of which drove
the helpless young
drummer mad with desire!

I can't stand the way he pouts
'Cause he might not be
pouting for me!
Punky Meadows, pouting for you?
Ha! You bet sailor!
You mean,
You mean he's
not...he's not
pouting...
He's not pouting for me?
His hair's so shiny and
it's done real nice
'Til I squirm with ecstasy

Punky, Punky, give me
your lips to die on!

Oh Punky, isn't it romantic?

Punky, Punky, give me your lips
To die on...I promise not to
come in your mouth
Punky, Punky, your album's the shits!
It's all wrong!

I ain't really queer
But if he ever got near
Steven Tyler would PAY to see!
PAY to see!

Punky's lips, Punky's lips
His hair's so shiny,
I love his hips!
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his gums and such!
Punky
(What is it? You come home!)
You're an Angel!
You're too much
(Oh God!)

The boys of my thoughts in my
lonely teenage room!

He's been havin' a rash
(No shit!)
That keeps the girls away
(It's true)
Skin doom
(Skin doom)
Is what the doctors say
And that makes me wonder
I wonder what Punky is
rehearsing today
I'll just go over, and hear him play
His hair is so pretty...I'd
like to bite his neck
I've heard a rumor he's more
fluid than Jeff Beck
BUT I AIN'T QUEER
I AIN'T GAY
(He's a little fond of
chiffon in a wrist
array-ee-ay-ee-ay)
A wrist array-ee-ay
(That's all that is, I swear!)

Punky's lips, Punky's lips!
Oh! I love his hair while
eatin' dunk-y chips
Yeah! I love his blink and
his blank-blank-blank
Why, maybe he'd like
to yank my crank?
YANK IT PUNKY!
YANK IT FASTER!
YANK IT HARDER!
YANK IT ALL NITE LONG!
COME ON PUNKY!
GET FUNKY!

I AIN'T QUEER
No no no no!
I AIN'T GAY
No no no no!
(He's a little fond of
chiffon in a wrist
array-ee-ay-ee-ay)
Wrist array-ee-ay
And then he told me now:
I AIN'T QUEER!
(Hey!)
I AIN'T GAY!
(Hey! Hey!)
(He's a little fond of
chiffon in a wrist
array-ee-ay-ee-ay)

I-I, Lord,
I'm fo-o-o-ond of chiffo-on
In a wrist array-ee-ay
Oh oh oh oh!
I-I, I said I'm fo-o-ond of chiffo-on
In a wri-i-i-i-ist array
Come on Punky!
Give me your lips!
Ride on my Venus-trip!

Patrick O'Hearn,
Adrian Belew,
Tommy Mars,
Terry Bozzio,
Peter Wolf,
Ed Mann.
Thanks for comin' to the show!