Primus
Tales From The Punchbowl
Over The Electric Grapevine
They headed southward from San Francisco
To be with Chuckles and the others
With electric in the air and peroxide in their hair
They looked like golden brothers
They drove a Datsun an automatic
The radio blaring static
He made a face into the light and burst out laughing at the sight
The hysteria ensuing would dominate the night
From all the candy the seats were sticky
As they were drawn into the grapevine
Then Introduce Yourself came on as they barreled through the fog
The demon puffing madly on a mentholated log
They were tired they were sleepy
So they parked behind the Roxy
Adam left to use the phone so he say there all alone
When Adam's voice came beaming through on the radio
He started laughing

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