Flat Out Get It

Webb Wilder

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    (Webb...spoken)

    "3...2...1... Do you know where your accountants are?
    Would you believe young mothers
    have deserted their broods to dance at New Age Satanists Rallies?
    Have you EVER known of theRock & Roll Justice League busting
    a locking tremelo in your community, or are they MEERLY paying lipservice
    to your local guitar authorities? These and other questions are
    raised in the following excerpt from Webb Wilder's Motivational Tips
    For Teens Manifestoand Rock & Roll Pamphlet. At this juncture, let us
    deviate from the preferace to these illusery comments to clear our
    minds of all Secular and non-astetic questions AND answers
    which will all be covered in God's good time, and play the electric guitar."

    All right hah hah hah hah
    all right hah hah hah hah
    all right hah hah hah hah
    all right hah hah hah hah

    come on little baby don't you think its time to dry your eyes
    something's got you down and Lord knows I can sympathize
    but why'd you even come if all your gonna do is mope around?
    save it all for sunday cause tonight we're gonna rock this town
    let you feet lose their mind
    do the dog do the swim do the frankenstien

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    well all right hah hah hah hah
    all right hah hah hah hah
    all right don't sweat it - flat out get it!
    I got a hunch you're gonna like it a bunch!

    Come on everybody don't cha be a sittin' on your hands
    pick a wall flower start a swingin' like old Tarzan
    make a monkey of yourself be the best you've ever felt I know
    I'm a monkey man myself I'm makin' peanuts after every show
    thats all right I'm doin' fine
    you gotta stop and smell the dandiloins

    well all right hah hah hah hah
    all right hah hah hah hah
    all right don't sweat it - flat out get it!
    I got a hunch you're gonna like it a bunch!

    well rock and roll is gettin' old now they got it sellin' soap
    but its my only vice I don't need liquor dice or dope ... no
    what the heck I hit the deck and burnin' rubber off your soul
    radio the woman don't forget the misty mist will knock you cold
    just honkey tonk all night long
    'cause tomorrow we'll be long gone

    well all right hah hah hah hah
    all right hah hah hah hah
    all right hah hah hah hah
    all right hah hah hah hah
    all right don't sweat it - flat out get it!
    I got a hunch you're gonna like it a bunch!

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    Composición: R.S. Field y Webb Wilder

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