[ Radio Dial Turning, Static Buzzing ]
[ Announcer ] Russia has launched a first strike--
[ Indistinct Radio Signals ]
[ Male Announcer ] ...Elvis, later King, 1958--
[ Man ] ...Lost Vegas--
[ Another Man ] Today is the day they ruined it all.
[ Rock Choir ]
[ Gravelly-Voiced D.J. ] You're listening to KLOG, home of the apocalypse.
The call-in question of the day is, " Who will be the new king?"
I'm sendin' in an ICBM across the wastelands...
for all you on the yellow brick road to Vegas, lookin' for a hero.
If you find one, send him my way, baby.
[ Panting ]
[ Growling ]
[ Woman ] David!
[ Growling Continues ]
[ Grunts ]
[ Fiendish Growling ]
[ Grunting ]
[ Man Screaming, Wildly ]
[ Guitar Chord ]
[ Whimpering ]
[ Boy ] Aah!
What?
Float away, little butterfly. Just flutter away.
I got a gig in Vegas.
And the wastelands ain't no place for kids.
[ Whimpering ]
[ Panting, Grunting ]
Aah!
You still there?
Cross that line, kid,
I cut your little teddy bear in haIf.
Last kid that crossed that line,
I had to summon up the spinach monster with my rock 'n' roll magic.
Spinach monster grabbed him,
pulled him underground, made him eat spinach all day.
Rumor has it, kid--
...he's still there.
[ Grunts ]
[ Russian " Surf" ]
[ Eagle Calls ]
[ Chattering, lndistinct ]
All right boys, we kill him now, or later?
- Kill him now! - Later?
No, we'd better wait till he's drunk.
[ All Laughing ]
[ Russian ]
Nice shoes.
Don't touch my guitar, man. Don't even touch my guitar.
Hollow body six-string!
1957! A good year.
[ Panting ]
See those cats over there? Those cats are king material.
Goin' all the way to Vegas.
The only one goin' to Vegas around here is me.
[ Man ln Sunglasses ] I know your type, buddy.
You ain't goin' to Vegas.
Where you go, death follows...
like a blown-out '52 Plymouth.
Top Hat's put a big price on that guitar, buddy.
But maybe you'll give it to us.
We forget we ever saw you.
Come on, guys. Bowling night isn't till Tuesday.
[ Bowler, Laughing ] Who you foolin'?
Maybe you were good once.
What are you lookin' at?
[ Bowler ] But now, everybody knows...
you're just a washed-up rocker...
who can't tell a six-string from a shot glass.
[ Laughs ] You probably not even worth killin'!
But maybe we kill you anyway!
Nice tuxedo.
Nice tuxedo to die in.
Nobody messes with the Pin Pals and gets away with it.
- Nobody! - Yeah, nobody!
[ Rattling ]
[ All ] Whoa. [ Laughing ]
[ Rockabilly ]
[ Grunting ]
Ooh!
- [ Roaring ] - [ Groaning ]
Ooh.
[ Sound Of Bowling Pins Falling ]
[ Pin Pals Roaring ]
Aah! Pick up the spare!
Shoulda waited until I was drunk. Gutter ball.
Aah! [ Sighs ]
[ Roaring ]
[ Bowling Pins Falling ]
I don't think he's drunk yet.
[ Laughing Evilly ]
[ Engine Sputtering ]
Nice car.
Thanks.
[ Grunting Excitedly ]
Tag!
You're it!
[ Roaring Angrily ]
[ Engine Cranking ]
You gotta be kidding.
Well? What are you waiting for?
Damn. Guess it's not my day.
You're it!
- [ Whooshing ] - [ Grunting ]
[ Man #1 ] Beware the spinach monster.
See you in hell, boy. [ Cackling Evilly ]
- [ Boy Screaming ] - [ Man #2 ] lt was him.
[ Man #3 ] He was here.
They were my best bowlers.
The one with the four eyes will be hard to defeat.
What's the matter, Comrade Death?
You.
I asked you to kill one single guitarist,
and what do I get?
- Dead bald guys. - Huh?
You four have failed me for the last--
Nice shoes!
Uh-oh.
[ Groaning, Screaming, Blade Slicing Flesh ]
[ Gravelly-Voiced D.J. ] Another caller. Can you dig it?
We're rockin' and rollin' ourselves to death.
[ Caller ] Yeah, WerewoIf? I just saw Death.
And he's lookin' for your number.
[ WerewoIf ] Well, you just tell that dog-ugly dude...
that my number is 555... [ Indistinct ]
[ Grunts ]
Ow! Aah!
[ Laughing ]
Not bad.
[ Truck Breaking Down ]
[ Angry Grunting ]
[ Growling ]
[ Fierce Jabbering ]
- [ Whimpering ] - [ Snorting ]
[ Engine Sputtering ]
[ Engine Stopping ]
Thanks for the ride, kid.
[ WerewoIf ] Here we go. You're on the air with the WerewoIf atomic explosion.
Have mercy, baby! Who will be the next king of rock 'n' roll?
[ Folk ]
[ Screaming ] Uhh!
[ Echoing ] Uhh!
[ Screaming ] U-Uh-hh!
[ Echoing ] U-Uh-hh!
[ Screaming ] A-Aaah!
[ Echoing ] A-Aaah!
[ WerewoIf ] Here's one for all those hopeless romantics...
abandoned and brokenhearted down there on that lonely highway of love, baby!
[ Motor Turning Over ]
[ Russian Surf Music ]
? Let's get the Greyhound bus to California ?
? All that fancy food will make us hornier ?
? Dancing through the night Driving us insane ?
? Waltzing in a ball Filled up with champagne ?
? Dancing through the night Driving us insane ?
? Waltzing in a room Filled up with champagne ?
? Oh wow ?
[ Continues ]
[ Gasps ]
? I like it ?
[ Engine Cranking ]
[ Faster ]
[ Slower ]
[ Faster ]
[ Fades ]
[ Blades Clashing ]
Swell.
[ WerewoIf ] Listen up, baby, for a word from our sponsors.
Are you a busy rock warrior?
Are you constantly plagued by the thought of annoying animals...
on the path to Vegas?
Call [ Indistinct ].
- They'll round up all your stray cats, dogs... - [ Engine Banging ]
and other furry creatures-- can you dig it?
- [ WerewoIf Continues, lndistinct ] - [ Engine Cranking ]
Sounds like we need a ratchet, stray cat.
Fore!
[ Gasps ]
- [ Gurgling ] - Why, Harriet.
- Look who's come to dinner! - Ahh!
Why, it's Wally Fishbinder,
and his little boy, Jed.
How the hell are ya, boy?
So I suppose you don't have a ratchet in that bag. Right?
How the hell are ya, boy? Hey!
You finished payin' off that new Plymouth of yours?
I tell ya, I sure hope to hell ya didn't go...
to one of those boys on the lot.
They see you comin' a mile away.
Ready to eat ya alive.
- Ahh-- - Those Plymouth dealers'll tell ya they're cuttin' ya a break,
when all they're doin' is just fattenin' ya up for the slaughter.
All little Rusty can talk about is riding...
in the Fishbinder's new Studebaker!
Oh, my, Jeddy, and just a little weed is what you are!
You're just gettin' plumper every time we see you!
[ Laughing Raucously ] Come on, there, sweetie!
[ Gagging ]
You ever try a pink goIf ball, Wally?
Why, the wind shear alone on a pink goIf ball...
can take the head clean off a 90-pound midget...
at over 300 yards.
So. You don't have a ratchet.
[ Woman, Laughing Maniacally ] Can I get you anything?
Some coffee? Would you like some candy?
Here. Would you like some candy?
Can I get you anything at all? Here. Have some candy.
Don't you think this is a nice family, kid?
Look, they're a little strange, but they're better than what's outside.
Hey!
Rusty's been lookin' for a new third baseman.
- You play, Jed? - Have some candy!
Here you are.
- [ Screams ] - It'll put some meat on your bones, slugger!
? My darling Lorraine You dance insane ?
? And happy like bubbles in champagne ?
[ Family ] Bye-bye!
- Bye-bye. - Bye-bye.
[ Demented Farewells Continue, Boy Wails ]
Bye-bye! Bye-bye!
? And happy like bubbles in champagne ?
He looks nice and marinated, dear.
Slice me off a thigh, honeybunch.
Mm!
- [ Insane Giggling, Gasping ] - [ Roaring ]
- [ Roaring Continues ] - [ Both Gasping ]
Windmill people! I hate those guys.
Phooey! No breakfast again.
Aha! Ratchet.
[ Gasping, Grunting ]
- Nice kitty. Nice kitty. - [ Meowing ]
Hurry, Daddy. The wind's picking up!
Hurry, Daddy. They're getting closer.
[ Ratcheting, Engine Cranking ]
[ Engine Starting ]
Hurry home, Jed, or you'll be late for school.
[ Breathing Valve Hissing ]
[ Gasping ]
[ Family Singing ]
[ Snoring ]
[ Singing Continues, Indistinct ]
Watch your back, buddy, there's a storm comin' in!
[ Singing Fades ]
- [ Glass Smashing ] - [ Roaring ]
Aah!
[ Wind Howling, Glass Smashing ]
[ Screaming ]
What are you lookin' at? You look up at the sky, you look down at the ground,
but you don't look at me, kid, got it?
And don't think this means we're still together, kid. 'Cause we're not.
[ Groaning ]
Aah!
[ Screaming ]
[ Shivering ]
[ Motor Cranking ]
[ Grunting ]
[ Engine Revving ]
[ WerewoIf ] Who you be, caller 3, tell me about the new king.
[ Caller ] This is Death.
[ Death ] Hello?
- I'd like to make a dedication, please. - [ Screaming ]
[ WerewoIf ] Yeah, yeah, go ahead, baby. You're swingin' with the WoIf.
[ Death ] To all the rock 'n' rollers out there,
whose guitar picks shall litter my path to Vegas...
to claim my throne:
Soon Vegas will be destroyed,
and a new song of darkness will fill the airwaves.
[ Death ] Hello?
[ WerewoIf ] Yeah, let me blast this one out for the Duke of the Dark Side.
Watch out, all you rock 'n' roll mortals,
Death is on the line.
Oh, you've got me tremblin', baby.
Drop something?
Hmm.
[ Roaring ]
[ Engine Stalls, Boy Screams ]
[ Moaning ]
[ Crying ]
[ Crying Continues ]
Wonder where I could trade the kid for a ratchet?
[ Crying Intensifies ]
- What? - [ Crying Continues ]
What!
[ Growls ]
What, kid? [ Screams ]
[ Laughing ]
No-- [ Groans ]
[ Laughing ]
[ Half-Laughing, Half-Crying ]
[ Forced Laughing ]
[ Forced Crying ]
[ WerewoIf ] Listen up, callers, if you're still out there on the road to Vegas,
you better get your butt in gear before it disappears.
'Cause Vegas is still lookin' for the king.
[ Country Rock ]
? Ah-shoo-bah doo-bah ?
[ WerewoIf ] Well, good luck baby, 'cause you gonna need it.
If you're not fully stocked on your guitar strings,
matches, and other valuable things,
take a ride on down to Little Man's Warehouse.
He's got everything from plutonium to toilet water.
Located in the town of Fallout, 200 miles from Vegas.
Please!
[ Speaking As If Underwater ] Arrival! Arrival!
New arrival! Arrival!
New arrival!
Arrival!
Got a ratchet, little man?
Ain't no more ratchets here, homes.
Only paradise. You got a problem?
- [ Roaring ] - I don't want to rumble with you, little man.
I just wanna drink off that nasty-ass toilet water you're tryin' to sell.
Man, you didn't come all the way for toilet water.
Good point.
- How are you with kids? - Terrible.
Great. You're hired.
[ Screams, Grunts ]
Now, where can I get a real drink?
Follow the yellow brick road, homey.
See ya around, kid. I got a gig in Vegas.
[ Boy Yells ]
[ Sneezes ]
Do you think it's any better in Vegas?
It's all the same, wherever you go.
It'll always be the same.
? Take me to the land of cosmonauts ?
? Where men take vodka shots ?
? And women are free
- [ Woman Laughing ] - [ Man ] So. Heard everybody's after that guitar of yours.
What's it worth these days? Free in a box of cracker jacks?
Prom tickets? Trip to Disneyland?
Hundred bucks?
[ Sighs ] You know, we don't get too many new guys around here.
A lotta King wannabes on their way to Vegas--
'Course, not you. You're-- You're the King. Yeah!
Exit, stage left.
? My love is killin' me ?
? I can forgive you ?
? The damage that I love ?
? I can forgive you ?
? The bite marks on my heart ?
? But there is only one thing I can't stand ?
? Don't call me Chris ?
- [ Pops ] - ? My name is Elvis ?
- [ Squishing ] - [ Grunts ]
? I can forgive you the bruises and cuts ?
[ Sneezes ]
? I can forgive you the scars on my nuts ?
- [ Sneezing ] - ? But there is only one thing I can't stand ?
- ? It's killin' me ? - ? Don't call me Chris ?
? My name is Elvis ?
? Payin' hospital bills ?
? I can't take it anymore ?
? Do you know how it feels ?
? I am scared of her ?
? She loves me too much ?
- ? When she kisses my ear ? - [ Sneezes ]
? lt sounds fucking loud ?
[ lndistinct ]
[ Loud Chattering ]
[ Shouting ] Aah! Aah!
[ Boy Screaming ]
? Oo-oo-ooh ?
? My love is killing me ?
[ Sighs, Gasps ]
- Do you know who I am? - Nope.
- ? My love is killin' me - [ Sneezes ]
[ Laughing ]
Hurry... death!
Well, whaddya know. It talks.
Wait a minute. What's the rush?
Let's savor this rare moment, kid.
Hey, Four Eyes!
Hey, they say you can kill over 200 men, and--
and play a mean six-string at the same time.
Is that really true?
Hey! Hey, I'm talkin' to you, old man.
Hey, what's the matter?
You scared?
You don't want to be like me, kid.
Go home. Start a family.
Get a picket fence.
And get a real guitar.
[ Scoffs ]
[ Sighs ]
[ Evil Chuckling ]
[ Death ] Stop playing around.
Now, I know how to defeat the four-eyed one.
[ Chuckling ] His heart is his weakness.
- [ Man #1 ] The boy. - [ Man #2 ] The boy.
- [ Man #3 ] The boy makes him-- - [ Man #1] ...very uncool.
You like the beach, kid?
Build sand castles, go surfing,
get a tan--
- ? Take me ? - I used to love the beach when I was a kid.
? Hockey teams and violins ?
? And mysterious dreams ?
? Take me ?
- ? To the land of caviar ? - See any seashells, kid, let me know.
? Where men take vodka shots ?
- What's a beach? - ? And the women are free ?
? Siberia ?
? Land of [ Russian ] ?
? And having fun ?
? Siberia ?
? Land of broken bones
- [ Man #1 ] How much-- - [ Man #2 ] ...further--
[ Man # 3 ] ...Top Hat?
- [ Crashing Chord ] - Hey! Four Eyes!
I don't have a family.
This is it!
Hey!
Hey! Turn around.
You're a coward!
[ Screaming ]
[ Screaming Continues ]
[ Blade Rings ]
[ Body Hits Sand ]
I gotta get a new gig.
Let somebody else be king.
Aah!
You can still be a good king.
? Why don't we do some boogie-woogie ?
[ Continues, lndistinct ]
? Last night ?
? I dreamed about you ?
? And he said
A '56 Chevy Belair can kick a '47 Buick Roadmaster's ass...
any day, at least in the first quarter-mile, that is.
You come all this way without saying squat,
and now you're trying to tell me a '56 Chevy can beat a '47 Buick...
in a dead quarter-mile?
I liked you better when you weren't sayin' squat, kid.
Go to bed.
[ Whispering ] Buddy.
What?
[ Whispering ] I'm afraid of that spinach monster thing.
[ Footsteps ln Sand ]
[ Panting ]
[ Grunting ]
[ Birds Cawing ]
[ Arrow Swooshing, Guitar String Jangling ]
Hollow body. Six-string.
1957.
I know that sound.
[ Evil Cackling ]
[ Death ] Good shooting, boys.
- Who are you? - Death.
Cool. You here for me?
You and every other rock 'n' roller...
out to claim my throne.
Give me the guitar, and I'll let the child go.
I hope you guys can play it.
- [ Screaming ] - [ Roaring ]
- [ Death ] Stop him! - [ Boy ] Oh. Ow!
[ Surf Guitar ]
Swell.
Whoa!
[ " Miserlou" ]
[ Grunts ]
[ Screams ]
- [ Growling ] - Aah! Spinach monster!
- [ Boy Screaming ] - [ Spinach Monster Growling ]
[ Ghastly Roaring ]
[ Loud Growling ]
[ Belching ]
[ Boy Screaming ]
[ Screaming Fades ln Distance ]
[ Screaming ]
[ Groaning, Grunting ]
[ Grunting ]
[ Death ] Let's hit it.
There are plenty of others left to kill.
[ " Miserlou" Continues ]
[ Surprised Screaming ]
[ Ends ]
[ Rumbling, Hissing ]
[ Dripping, Creaking ]
[ Grunting ]
[ Strange Screeching ]
- [ Growling ] - [ Air Blasts ]
Damn, he broke it.
Correct. He wrecked our fuel line.
[ Muttering ] Another one for the arena!
[ Raspy Breathing ]
[ Screaming ]
[ Fading ]
- [ Body Thumping ] - [ Boy Screaming ]
[ Man ] Welcome to hell, boy!
[ Laughing ]
Tag, you're it!
[ Laughing Maniacally ]
How do you like hell?
- Loser! - [ Grunts ]
[ Onlookers Cheering ]
I hate kids! I really hate kids.
[ Laughing ] Put 'em up! Put 'em up!
[ Laughter Echoing ]
[ Grunting, Laughing ]
- Loser! - [ Buddy ] What do you think you are, a windmill?
- Just clock the creep. - Come on! Get up!
Hit me! Hit me! I dare you to hit me!
Oh, come on!
Cool. [ Snaps Fingers ]
Child, you are the victor.
You have been chosen by the Windmill God,
and now you will be sacrificed to him.
[ Both Yelling ]
[ Continues Yelling ]
[ All Muttering, Mumbling ]
If I were you, I'd run.
If you were me, you'd be good-lookin'.
That's not nice. Get him!
[ Yelling ]
Oh, goody, another sacrifice. Bow down before the great and powerful Windmill God.
What? You're expecting someone bigger? Hurry it up. I'm hungry.
Yes, almighty Windmill God.
[ Samurai Yell ]
[ Surfer Rock ]
[ Fades ]
[ Snaps Fingers ]
[ Windmill God ] Bring in the other one, Eric. I'm still hungry.
Swell.
[ Grunting ]
Well, l'll be.
Looks like I'm gonna make my gig in Vegas after all.
[ Wheel Squeaking ]
[ Squeaking Continues ]
[ Squeaking Stops ]
[ Rockabilly ]
[ WerewoIf ] Caller 22, you're on the air with the WerewoIf.
[ Man ] WoIfie, I can't believe I got through. I never call these shows.
[ WoIfman ] You only have to get bitten by the WoIf once, then you're hooked for life.
[ Man ] Yesterday, I was out cruisin', and these Russkie cats...
stopped my ride, asked to see my papers...
and made me sing the Russkie national anthem.
I thought that's what we got with them cats back in the big boom of '57.
- By the way, I think that things should-- - [ WoIfman Jack ] Yeah, baby.
This one's goin' out to all you freedom fighters holdin' back the Red Flag...
on the rockin', rollin' front lines of Vegas.
Keep the faith, baby. We're waitin' for the King.
Don't let us down, you dig?
[ Man Speaking Russian ]
Here we go again.
[ Russian ]
I'll handle this.
How much further to Vegas, Comrade?
No one goes to Lost Vegas without papers.
- No one, Four Eyes. - Okay.
- [ People Murmuring ] - Comrades. Comrades.
Comrades.
[ Mournful Russian Singing ]
[ All Chattering ]
[ Russian ]
So this isn't gonna be as easy as I thought.
[ Russian ]
[ All Cheering ]
This is my road. You are in Soviet territory.
No one goes through. No one.
[ Russian ]
The war is over, baby. It's been over for years.
I'm the new rock 'n' roll King of Vegas.
[ Russian ]
- So all you Commies, step aside. - [ Both Snapping Fingers ]
I do not like rock 'n' roll music. It is too loud.
I like folk music. Soft, nice music, ah?
Polka. Waltz. Anything.
I don't do polka, baby.
No one-- rock 'n' roll in Lost Vegas.
Papers, no papers. Understand?
- No one. - [ Riffing ]
[ Battle Cries ]
[ Shouting ln Russian ]
Float away, little butterfly. Just flutter away.
- Don't go. - If you scratch my guitar, I'll kill you.
Don't go!
[ All Yelling ]
[ Samurai Yell ]
[ Bombs Exploding ]
[ Russian ]
[ Yelling In Unison ]
Why don't they just shoot him?
[ Russian ] We haven't had bullets since '57. Hey.
[ Russian ] Go. Go.
[ Muttering ]
[ All Groaning ]
[ Cheering ]
[ Battle Cries ]
[ Bomb Exploding ]
[ Explosions Continue ]
[ Groaning ]
[ Yelling Continues ]
[ Whimpering ]
[ Russian Folk ]
[ Grunting ]
[ Continues ]
[ Screaming ]
[ Yelling ]
[ Screaming ]
Kid?
- Kid? - [ Kid ] Buddy!
[ Panting, Grunting ]
Buddy? Buddy?
Buddy?
Dy?
[ Gasps ]
[ Coughing ]
[ Continues ]
[ Grunting ]
Buddy?
[ Fades ]
[ Kid Grunting ]
[ Continues Grunting ]
[ Wind Whistling ]
- It was him. - It was him.
He was here.
Only one man can kill this many Russians.
Bring his guitar to me.
This time, no mistakes, or it'll be your heads!
Hit it.
He's really pissed off.
Pissed off.
Don't let the Four Eyes reach Vegas alive!
- [ Honking ] - [ Whispering ] Vegas.
- [ Grunting ] - Hmm?
[ Giggling ]
Congratulations, Kid. We made it.
Vegas!
[ Laughing ] Vegas!
Vegas! Vegas!
[ Stops Laughing ]
[ Clock Ticking ]
Freeze, sucker.
[ All Cackling ]
- Surrender the sword. - And hand over the guitar.
Or the kid gets it.
- Get it? - Yeah, get it.
You have an appointment with Death.
Four Eyes.
[ All Chuckling ]
Keep going, Kid.
[ Grunting ]
[ Death ] Congratulations.
You've been the only one to escape my grasp.
Swell.
I'd heard you were an excellent player,
but you are much too naive.
- [ Grunting ] - You surrender too easily.
Relinquish what is mine.
Looking for this?
Take it. lt's yours.
You disappoint me.
I only take what's valuable to you.
You can't have him.
Oh, really? Then perhaps if you won't play for yourseIf,
you will play for the boy's soul! [ Cackling ]
[ Rock ]
[ Grunting ]
[ Continues ]
[ Grunting ]
Enough! Stick him, boys.
[ Yelling ]
[ Continues Playing ]
[ Yelling ]
[ Grunts ]
[ Yelling ]
[ Continues Yelling ]
[ Death Laughing ]
lt stopped.
[ Whispering ] Buddy!
They're coming.
[ Grunting ]
[ Laughing ]
[ Groaning ]
Hmm?
Yeah!
I've got an appointment with Death.
[ Cackling ] Admit it.
You are weak, and you've been defeated.
Now, bend...
before the ways of heavy metal!
[ Buddy Cries Out ]
[ Grunts ]
[ Growling ]
You were the last.
Soon Vegas will be all mine. [ Cackling ]
Leave him alone!
Hmm?
- [ Growling ] - [ Spitting ]
Hmm. What?
[ Groaning ]
Stupid child.
[ Growling ] Stay back.
What are you doing?
[ Growling ]
[ Steam Hissing ]
[ Continues Growling ]
- He killed Top Hat. - Top Hat?
Nobody kills Top Hat.
You've killed Death.
- Killed him. - Dead.
If you ever need a band--
Call us.
[ Wings Fluttering ]
[ Audience Cheering ]
Subtitles By Captions lnc. Los Angeles
? I'm on my way to Vegas ?
? It's just the land of the free ?
? And I'll be rockin' the whole night long ?
? For all the world to see ?
? If anyone knows what I want ?
? You can just stay away ?
? And if you listen real closely you can still hear my guitar play ?
? Now bring it back around again ?
? While I'm looking around here ?
? Tell me what you see ?
? I've got a group of bandidos ?
? That are constantly following me ?
? I used to try and run and hide ?
? So I could get away ?
? Then I think of my trusty guitar ?
? Just wait till you hear it play ?
? Ooh, yeah ?
? All right, now ?
? Huh, huh, huh ?
? You hear that six-string playin' ?
? That's what we call one mean guitar ?
? So you better get out of its way ?
? All right ?
? One, two, three, four ?
? Some people call me a nomad ?
? But I don't care what they think ?
? I'm comin' here to rock your town ?
? I'll be crowned the rock 'n' roll king ?
? When the day becomes the night ?
? We can dance till the light of day ?
? So bring your dancing shoes along ?
? And you'll hear my guitar play ?
? Oh, yeah ?
[ Grunts ] ? Yeah
[ Ends ]
[ Laughs ]
That's a wrap, baby.