Venus And Mars / Rock Show / Jet

Lyrics for Venus And Mars / Rock Show / Jet

Sitting in the stand of the sports arena Waiting for the show to begin Red lights, green lights, strawberry wine, A good friend of mine, follows the stars, Venus and mars are alright tonight What's that man holding in his hand? He looks a lot like a guy I knew way back when Its silly willy with philly band Could be ... Oo-ee ... What's that man movin' cross the stage? It looks a lot like the one used by jimmy page Its like a relic from a different age Could be ...Oo-ee ... If there's rock show At the concertgebow They're got long hair At the madison square You've got rock and roll At the hollywood bowl, We'll be there ... Oo yeah ... The lights go down - they're back in town o.k. Behind the stacks you glimpse an axe The tension mounts you score an ounce ole! Temperatures rise as you see the white of their eyes If there's rock show At the concertgebow You're got long hair At the madison square They've got rock and roll At the hollywood bowl, We'll be there ... Oo yeah ... In my green metal suit I'm preparing to shoot up the city And the ring at the end of my nose makes me look rather pretty Its a pity there's nobody here to witness the end Save for my dear old friend and confidante - madamoiselle kitty What's that man movin' to and fro? That decibel meter doesn't seem to be reading low. But they was louder at the rainbow Could be ... Oo-ee ... If there's rock show At the concertgebow They're got long hair At the madison square You got rock and roll At the hollywood bowl, We'll be there ... Oo yeah ... If there's rock show ... If there's rock show ... If there's rock show ... Jet! I can almost remember their funny faces That time you told me that You were going to be marrying soon. And jet, I thought the only Lonely place was on the moon. Jet! Jet! Jet! Was your father as bold as a sergeant major? How come he told you that You were hardly old enough yet? And jet, I thought the major Was a lady suffragette. Jet! Jet! Ah, matter, want jet to always love me? Ah, matter, want jet to always love me? Ah, matter, much later. Jet! With the wind in your hair of a thousand laces. Climb on the back and we'll Go for a ride in the sky. And jet, I thought the major Was a lady suffragette. Jet! Jet!