Ray Collins (lead vocals, harmonica, tambourine, finger cymbals, bobby pin, tweezers)

Jimmy Carl Black (drums)

Roy Estrada (bass, guitarron, boy soprano)

Elliot Ingber (lead guitar, rhythm guitar)



You're probably wondering

Why I'm here

And so am I

So am I

Just as much as you wonder

'Bout me bein' in this place

Yeah!

That's just how much I marvel

At the lameness on your face

You rise each day the same old way

And join your friends out on the street

Spray your hair

And think you're neat

I think your life is incomplete

But maybe that's not for me to say

They only pay me here to play



I wanna hear Caravan with a drum solo



You're probably wondering

Why I'm here

And so am I

So am I



Just as much as you wonder

'Bout me starin' back at you

Yeah!

That's just how much I question

The corny things you do



You paint your face and then you chase

To meet the gang where the action is

Stomp all night

And drink your fizz

Roll your car and say ";Gee whiz!";

You tore a big hole in your convertible top

What will you tell your Mom and Pop?



Mam, I tore a big hole in the convertible



You're probably wondering

Why I'm here

And so am I

So am I



Just as much as you wonder

If I mean just what I say

Yeah!

That's just how much I question

The social games you play



You told your Mom you're stoked on Tom

And went for a cruise in Freddie's car

Tommy's asking

Where you are

You boogied all night in a cheesy bar

Plastic boots and plastic hat

And you think you know where it's at?

Y