Scrapbook (Chicago)

Six sets smoked on saturdays At barnaby's on state Countless california calls We could not stand the wait We played the pier on venice beach The crowd called out for more Zappa and the mothers next We finished with a roar Jimi was so kind to us Had us on the tour We got some education Like we never got before Around the world in twenty days We played most every night Jet-lag, girls, strange languages Everyone began to fight Lowdown at the caribou All rumours aside Was we could never get together Not unless we tried Summer with the beach boys We got sand all in our shoes Made some special music Everybody sang the blues