[crowd applause] [Instrumental Music] [instrumental music] Oh!

Thank you.

Good evening.

How y'all do?

Out in the backyard.

Cold and alone.

Out in the backyard.

Cold and alone.

I rolled in some funky.

And she won't let me back in my home.

She left the gate open.

I cruised off with the boys.

She left the gate open.

We thought we heard a noise.

Then I rolled something funky.

And she took away all my chew toys.

I'm a dog on a chain.

In the backyard of love.

I'm a dog on a chain.

In the backyard of love.

I rolled in something funky.

And I don't know what it was.

[Instrumental Music] I howl at the moon.

I wake up all the neighbors.

I howl at the moon.

I'll chew up your newspapers.

So let me in, baby, and do the HOA a big favor.

I'm a dog on a chain.

In the backyard.

Of love.

I'm a dog on a chain.

In the back yard.

Of love.

Rolled in something funky.

And I don't know what it was.

Yeah, I rolled in something funky.

And I don't know what it is.

Yeah, I roll in something funky.

And I don't know what it was.

OW!

Yeah, yeah.

Thank you very much.

[Drum solo intro] [instrumental music] Mountain he's so temperamental.

Mountain.

He's so mean.

Big belly rumble through the night.

His mouth is bare.

Tonight's stank is steam.

And people get so nervous bow their worried heads to pray.

when that Mountain flow is time.

Burn leads.

Judgment day.

John called him on the mountain.

He say trouble.

What?

We got mountain.

He'd done opened up dead.

Big old can of hot Hot lava.

Churn and burn and rolling down the hill.

Hot lava.

Mountain man.

And get him out of still hot lava.

Whoa!

My lord, big trouble.

What we got, mountain.

It done opened up.

Dat big ol can of hot.

[instrumental music, bass slaps] Sister Percy, Lord have mercy.

the missionaries fled last night.

And people lose they faith so quickly.

Huntin up a suitable sacrifice.

anything to cut a deal for they boats pull away.

Ocean she's a hot tub.

Got me thinking.

Ooh, Pompei John Cooler in a top hat.

He came riding down the hill.

Riding that wave of lava a chartreuse coupe de ville Hot lava churn and burn and rolling down the hill.

Hot lava, mountain mad and getting madder still alive.

Hot lava.

Oh, my lord, big trouble.

What we got.

Mountain it done Opened up dat big ol can of hot.

Chris Alexander, y'all.

[funky piano solo] [funky guitar solo] What?

Why me?

Brethren, we live to fight another day.

Mountain in a erie.

change his acid reflux ways a time for celebration.

how long?

We never know.

jerk chicken for the body.

ganja for the soul.

John cooler in a top hat, he say boom ba clat.

Mountain he done opened up.

dat big ol can of hot, hot lava churn and burn and Rolling down the hill.

Hot lava mountain mad and gettin madder still hot lava oh my lord, big trouble What we got.mountain he done opened up dat big ol can of hot, i'm talkin hot lava.

churning, burning, rolling down the hill hot lava, mountain mad.

And getting madder still.

Hot lava.

Oh my lord, big trouble.

What we got mountain he done opened up dat dat big ol can of hot.

[guitar solo] Thank you.

Thank you.

[guitar intro] I have cried me.

a River.

The river done road to the sea.

my eyes have cleared and Just as i fear.

The only ghost in this haunted house is me.

I'm too blue to cry.

I'm too old to be this alone.

I said baby till you.

Come back home.

i'm gonna lay here and moan.

[guitar solo] Lay here and moan.

[guitar solo] Every night i hear you Come on home and i lock myself in a cell.

But you're the one I can't give me no pardon.

Until you free me from this little chunk of hell.

I'm too blue to cry.

I'm still waiting on the telephone I said baby till you come back home.

i'm gonna lay here and moan.

[guitar solo] lay here and moan.

[guitar solo] [piano solo] [guitar solo] I have cried me.

A river.

The river done.

Road to the sea.

My eyes have cleared.

and just as I was a feared.

The only ghost in this haunted house is me.

I'm too blue to cry.

I'm too old to be this alone I said baby till you.

come back home I'm gonna lay here and moan.

Lay here and moan.

Lay here and moan.

[guitar solo] Lay here and moan.

[guitar solo] [guitar solo] Lay here and moan.

[instrumental outro] [instrumental outro] Now that is the blues.

[instrumental intro] they shared so many secrets They lived so many lives.

But the smoke and guns ended all their alibis.

And now the years.

Ruled by like molasses.

Long and slow.

With none too soon.

For the rest.

The spirits lost in reflections of Savannah's moon.

[guitar and bass solo] transparent evidence She walks the storied streets, alleys tell.

The secrets to the spirits.

When they meet.

And will he come and take her hand.

And ease those midnight blues?

Yes, indeed.

The walls do talk.

shadows Listen.

It's Savannah's moon.

[guitar and bass solo] did I make confessions.

when I was running from the light.

Rebel.

Soul dancing in the moonlight.

Teardrops in the gutter.

Longing glances towards the sea.

Before his love.

Paternal mistress.

She must be kept so long.

And waiting for this night.

That will end so soon.

But they're finally together.

Shadow dancers in Savannah's moon.

In Savannah's moon.

[Guitar solo] [crowd appluase] Yeah.

Yeah.

[Guitar solo intro] i said.

Get away from that refrigerator, baby.

There ain't nothing in there for you.

I said get away from that refrigerator, baby.

ain't nothing in there for you.

You may have run around and two timed my love.

But you ain't gonna come home and eat all my food.

[Guitar riff] you been gone for days, baby.

Running wild on them South dallas the streets.

You been gone for days, baby.

Runnin wild on them South Dallas streets.

And the only time I ever see my little baby girl.

Is when you're tired.

and about to crash out and you need something to eat.

get away from that brisket, baby.

You can't have no Texas barbecue treats.

Don't be eyein that frozen pizza.

Baby cause for you.

My oven just won't heat.

I know it's so good.

The colonel said that It'll have you finger lickin.

Nobody asking to share my last piece of chicken.

I'm through playing bed and breakfast for you.

I see you fumbling through the cans.

Trying to get you that jelly at the bottom of the spam.

That's what's up with someone who won't treat Big Daddy like a fool.

tell em Chris [jazzy piano solo] Well.

Good morning, sunshine.

Look what the cat.

drug in.

You been out all night long?

Runnin with your vampire friends again.

And let me guess.

You're hungry and that two day buzz needs something to eat?

Then you'll curl up in a little ball.

All day long you sleep.

Well, I'm through staying up all night worrying her.

about who or what you're doing.

So sit down, baby.

Let's have us a little chat.

You say you're out all night, every night, dancing, burning calories.

Well how come you're still so... I said get Away from that refrigerator, baby.

There ain't nothing in there for you.

I said get away from that refrigerator, baby.

There ain't nothing in there.

For you.

You been runnin round and two timing my love.

But you ain't gonna come home and eat all my food.

[guitar riff outro] Oh, drop that Twinkie.

Thank you very much.

It's not nice to beg impolight to point.

But they lose all control when they walk into the joint.

Forget who they is.

Forget who they was.

Hungry like piranhas with a four twenty buzz.

Say hey ladies.

No means maybe to a lounge lizard Down on his bended knees.

He say pretty, pretty please.

Whats your sign?

Can I get you a drink, please?

A stranger, pretty please.

You got the lounge lizards out for the nightly feed.

[Guitar riffs] Dancing Bobby.

Thinks he looks.

So cute.

300 pounds.

of caca in a polyester suit.

Now we got a new thing.

You got the brand new move.

Chasing girls around like Pepe le Pue say, hey, ladies.

No means maybe when he swoons, he lose.

He beg and plead and say pretty, pretty please.

It's been so long since of the bees I say the pretty, pretty please.

You got the lounge lizards out for the nightly feed.

[Piano solo] [Guitar solo] Well they.

Pushing and they showin in the bars.

In the quarter.

actin a fool doing things I shouldn't auta.

Forget who they is.

Forget where they was.

hungry like piranhas.

With a for 20 buzz.

Say, hey, ladies.

No means maybe to a lounge lizard down on his.

bended knees he say pretty, pretty please.

What's your sign?

Can I buy you a drink, please?

A pretty, pretty please.

You got the Lounge Lizards out for the nightly feed.

[musical solos] [drum and bass solos] Yeah.

Sometimes it happens.

Thank you very much.

All right.

[slow smooth instrumental intro] I will miss that ocean.

I will miss that sea.

I will miss that warm, sweet rush washing all over me.

I will miss that peaceful feeling every second of the grace.

I will miss that moment in time.

I will miss your sweet face.

There was no where to find.

So why even try?

I was gone in an instant.

Lost and mesmerized.

Off to that mystical plane.

Where the oceans reach the sky.

Oh, what I'd give for one more.

Swim in the cool blue waters of your eyes.

The cool blue waters of your eyes.

Warm salty breezes blowing an ancient harbor.

Full of lights.

A high tide of reasons to give in to the night.

One look into those eyes.

In an instant I was gone.

The Paradise in this life is never meant to last that long.

There was no way to fight it.

So why even try?

I was gone in an instant.

Lost and mesmerized.

Off to that mystical place where the oceans reach the sky.

Oh, what I'd give for one more swim.

In the cool blue waters of your eyes.

The cool blue waters of your eyes.

The cool blue waters of your eyes.

[guitar solo] There was no way to fight it.

So why even try?

I was gone in an instant.

Lost and mesmerized.

Off to that mystical plane.

Where the oceans reach the sky.

Oh, what I'd give for one more swim.

In the cool blue waters of your eyes.

The cool blue waters of your eyes.

The cool blue waters of your eyes.

[Crowd applause] [funky intro] Traffic jams in the morning.

The big trucks late at night.

I'm built for comfort, not for speed.

So we got to get the timing right.

Laid it all on the line.

I gotta get across that road.

Danger's my middle name, but my crib is a heavy load.

I'm a turtle on the highway, a breakdancer.

When the trucks go by, a turtle on the highway I got to make it to the other side.

[guitar riffs] Heaven help me.

Don't forsake me.

Traveling mercies on me.

You try scooting across I-35 toting your own RV, but don't be underestimating.

That would be the wrong thing to do because the turtle was waiting at the finish line.

When the bunny comes stumbling through.

I'm a turtle on the highway.

a breakdancing when the trucks go by, a turtle on the highway.

I got to make it to the other side.

[instrumental break] Traffic jams in the morning.

The big trucks late at night.

I'm built for comfort, not for speed.

So I got to get the timing right.

layed it all on the line I gotta get across that road.

Danger's my middle name.

But my crib is a heavy load I'm a turtle on the highway, a breakdancer When the trucks go by.

a turtle on the highway I gotta make it to the other side.

A turtle on the highway a breakdancer when the trucks go by A turtle on the highway.

I gotta make it to the other side.

[instrumental outro] [instrumental outro] [crowd applause] [instrumental intro] I sweep all the beaches.

I rake all the sand.

Pick up the dead fish with gloves on my hands.

All day in the sunshine.

But still no tan.

Community service brought down by the man I came on vacation.

I leave on vacation If I ever leave here again.

I leave this island.

I run to the Highlands.

Never hear seagulls again.

[musical interlude] The tourists so tacky.

They laugh at my khakis.

And young girls.

They pay me no mind.

Coronas, martinis and slingshot bikinis.

Some days I wish I was blind.

I came on vacation.

I leave on probation.

If I ever leave here again, I leave this island.

I run to the highlands and never smell seaweed again.

[musical interlude] [guitar solo] [piano solo] [musical jam] [bass solo] The judge.

he had shorts on Conclusion was for gone.

The jurors.

12 rum baked misfits.

No justice, no mistrial.

I'll be here a long while with chains on my ankles and wrists.

I came on vacation.

I leave on probation.

If I ever leave ever again.

I leave this island, i run to the highlands never hear seagulls again.

I came on vacation.

I'll leave on probation if ever.

Leave here again.

I leave this island, I run to the highlands and never smell seaweed again.

[jamming outro] Thank you very much, everybody.

Thank you so much.

This has been a wonderful, wonderful time.

Well, I bust through the door like Kramer with bugged out bloodshot eyes, but I clued in real quick that they saw right.

Through my lies.

Yeah, I kind of went on a roll and they all get worried again.

So it's another quarterly meeting of my bartenders, family and friends.

Oh, well, that's another intervention.

We'll get all my crew together.

And, you know, I love the attention and I'll swear that i won't.

I promise i will, slip out back and fire up the grill.

The best parties,I should not mention were my interventions.