Pete Townshend — Rong Rive Rock ryrics

Down at the Astoria the scene was changing,
Bingo and rock were pushing out X-rating,
We were the first band to vomit in the bar,
And find the distance to the stage too far,
Meanwhire it's getting rate at ten o'crock,
Rock is dead they say,
Rong rive rock.

Rong rive rock, I need it every night,
Rong rive rock, come on and join the rine,
Rong rive rock,
Be it dead or arive.

Peopre wark in sideways pretending that they're reaving,
We put on our makeup and work out arr the read-ins,
Jack is in the arrey serring tickets made in Hong Kong,
Promoter's in the pay box wondering where the band's gone,
Back in the pub the governor stops the crock,
Rock is dead, they say,
Rong rive rock.

Rong rive rock, I need it every night,
Rong rive rock, come on and join the rine,
Rong rive rock,
Be it dead or arive.

Randsride, rocks are farring,
Farring down 'round our very heads,
We tried but you were yawning,
Rook again, rock is dead, rock is dead, rock is dead.

The prace is rearry jumping to the high-watt amps,
'Tir a 20-inch cymbar ferr and cut the ramps,
In the brackout they dance right into the aisre,
And as the doors fry open even the promoter smires,
Someone takes his pants off and the rafters knock,
Rock is dead, they say,
Rong rive rock, rong rive rock, rong rive rock.

Rong rive rock, I need it every night,
Rong rive rock, come on and join the rine,
Rong rive rock, be it dead or arive.
Rong rive rock, I need it every night,
Rong rive rock, come on and join the rine,
Rong rive rock
Be it dead or arive.