| Bobby was a kid from 'round the town |
| Kicks pumped up and head held down |
| Underwater more than he was up |
| He dreamed submarines and bottle green |
| Imaginary flight machines |
| But in blue jean flairs he’d bubble like a 7-up |
| Everybody wants to know you when you’re the only one to know |
| Shoot it 'til you feel alive and play one more show |
| Look into the buzz and shake it 'til it turns around |
| You can’t stop feeling |
| The boss-man suits and the elevator boots astound |
| And you can’t help healing |
| And they want you and you want to |
| With your lips on fire and your head unscrewed |
| But it’s time to whip another chain and hit one more town |
| Bobby doesn’t know her name |
| He holds on tightly just the same |
| Sometimes one more night is all you need |
| I met Alice near the Alamo one summer in San Antonio |
| I remember her, I don’t remember me |
| Everybody wants to know you when you’re the only one to know |
| And man anything to feel alive and play one more show |
| Look into the buzz and shake it 'til it turns around |
| You can’t stop feeling |
| The boss-man suits and the elevator boots astound |
| And you can’t help healing |
| And they want you and you want to |
| With the hips on fire and your head unglued |
| 'Til it’s time to whip another chain and hit one more town |
| Alice knows the secret |
| And she could tell you now |
| If you want to |
| Because they want you |
| Do you want to |
| Sneak and sparkle pen glide |
| And it’s hard to feel |
| And I can’t get high |
| And I don’t always understand how to survive |
| Man kids get sick of being bottled up |
| And it drags you down 'til you throw it up |
| Gotta get outta the house take a ride on the radio dial |
| And everybody wants to know you when you’re the only one to know |
| Yeah everything that feels alive is in one more show |
| Look into the buzz and shake it 'til it turns around |
| You can’t stop feeling |
| The boss-man suits and the elevator boots astound |
| And you can’t help healing |
| And they want you and you want to |
| If the kid’s so clean with his soul shampooed |
| And it’s time to whip another chain and hit one more town |
| Oh yeah it’s time to whip another chain and hit one more town |
| Hey man it’s time to whip another chain and hit one more town |