In a little town in Idaho way back in sixty one A man was frying burgers gee - it seemed like lots of fun But to his friend the bun boy he confessed its misery I think I'd like to start a group so come along with me
And all youth stations across the nation Please play our records for your congregation.
The band soon started booming they were raking in the coin They found few new musicians and persuaded them to join And Paul Revere decided since they had such new-found fame We need a fancy title and The Raiders they became
And all youth stations across the nation Please play our records for your congregation.
They soon packed up for Hollywood to read their fortunes there But streets aren't really paved with gold and you can't live on air And then Dick Clark approached them said I know a thing or two I'll put you on a TV show and make big stars of you
And all youth stations across the nation Please play our records for your congregation.
Now thins are going groovy and we really can't complain Thou the pace of rock 'n rolling nearly drives us all insane Everybody's bushing saying give it all you can To come to think of it our business manager's our biggest fanTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
