Dropped acid, Blue Oyster Cult concert, fourteen
years old,

And I thought them lasers were a spider chasing
me.

On my way home, got pulled over in Rogersville
Alabama, with a half-ounce of weed and a case of
Sterling Big Mouth.

My buddy Gene was driving, he just barely turned
sixteen.

And I'd like to say, I'm sorry, but we lived to
tell about it

And we lived to do a whole lot more crazy,
stupid, shit.

And I never saw Lynyrd Skynyrd but I sure saw
Molly Hatchet

With 38 Special and the Johnny Van Zant Band.

One night when I was seventeen, I drank a fifth
of vodka, on an empty stomach, then drove over to
a friend's house. And I backed my car between his
parent's Cadillac's without a scratch.

Then crawled to the back door and slithered threw
the key hole, and sneaked up the stares

And puked in the toilet.

I passed out and nearly drowned but his sister,
DD, pulled me out.

And I never saw Lynyrd Skynyrd but I sure saw
Molly Hatchet

And the band that I was in played The Boy's are
Back in Town.

Skynyrd was set to play Huntsville, Alabama, in
the spring of 77, I had a ticket but it got
cancelled.

So, the show, it was rescheduled for the Street
Survivors Tour.

And the rest, as they say, is history.

So I never saw Lynyrd Skynyrd but I sure saw Ozzy
Osbourne with Randy Rhoads in 82

Right before that plane crash.

And I never saw Lynyrd Skynyrd but I sure saw
AC/DC

With Bon Scott singing, Let There Be Rock Tour.

With Bon Scott singing, LET THERE BE ROCK!