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The Mad Conductor
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Legendary Jams
Obey no red octagon
Just rock on like Dr. John
Those who hope to stop the song
Get knocked down and stomped upon
Obey no red octagon
Just rock on like Dr. John
Those who hope to stop the song
Get stomped upon by the Legendary Jams
It's Friday night, it's hot and it's humid
MC's about to take the stage and get stupid
A lousy dive bar in a lousy part of town
Where shows are known to often get shut down
Capacity's 50, The crowd's 160
195 if you count the crew with me
Tension's in the air, not the type to start a fight
The type to excite and cause the crowd to get hype
We hit the first note and saw the blues lights flashin'
The sarge walked in his typical fashion
'y'all can't jam 'cause ya broke the fire code'
So mad, I said hold me down before I explode
When someone yelled out they knew another venue
Where a show was going down across town we could head to
We loaded up the trailer, people were the cargo
Plus behind the bus was like 36 carloads
An ill convoy rolled up to the spot
The headliner caught the flu so there was an open slot
I talked the manager into letting us do a set
Told him it was something he would not regret
Only problem was he said our fans had to pay the cover charge
But everyone was broke from chugging at the other bar
When one dude spoke up, said, 'All week long
I've been working in the hot sun, cutting lawns'
He produced an envelope with the needed funds
Went ahead and paid the cover for everyone
The mob cheered and bum rushed the door
We jumped on stage, fans filled the floor
The band started jammin', the place went whacko
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Bouncin' up and down, almost knocked down the shack, yo
(CHORUS)
Summertime fun, rock n' roll
I got the call about a rooftop show
me and the band drove over the building
Where we were very pleased to see a whole gang chillin'
Carried mad gear up 10 flights of stairs
To the roof, which obviously needed repairs
We set down our amps, then we felt it shakin
The rafters gave way and a big hole caved in
Along with the gear, me and my crew fell through
Crashed down into some lady's bedroom
She sprang from the shower and reached for a towel
Covered herself and screamed, 'get out now!'
I said we best get to stepping, 'cause johnny laws a comin'
So we fled down the steps with guitars and drums then it hit me
I knew of a place we could rock
Warned everyone it was unorthodox
Once again the convoy started making tracks
The fleet was dumb long, and our van was packed
We had fellas on the roof, girlies on the hood
Some sat on Josh's lap, (they made me feel bueno)
We reached our destination, my Uncle Mac's farm
We brought the generator and the party to the barn
The band got to jammin', while I kicked rhymes
Everybody danced, ox and lamb kept time
Fools were milkin' cows, others churned butter
Diving off the hayloft, one after another
Sirens squealed and the pigs the bust in
But not to make a bust, just to kick it in the pen
Out in the sticks, it was a heck of a ho-down
What you've come to expect when MC throws down
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