In a little while I'll be leaving town But I hope I'll see you again Someday out in the wild Bury hatchets in the flying clouds All over these maps For rock and roll saps we'll play So come on down Get your feet off the ground And move to the shaky sounds Of a band just making the rounds And we just learned guitar In an eerie practice your every Cause out on the road You know you will be Someday Thousands of miles In the hands of these foreign crowds All over these maps These rock and roll traps will play So come on down Get your feet off the ground And bend to the shaky sounds Of a band just making the rounds So put on your crown Get your feet off the ground And dance to the freaky sounds Of a band just making the rounds