Beth better book a weekend out of town
'Coz me and the boys are gonna find that sound
We don't care how long it takes or if we have to raise the stakes
If we go into debt, at least we got some good takes
On a reel-to-reel 4 track through some pawnshop mics
That reek of '42 vintage Lucky Strikes
Within garage walls we will heed the call
For the vibe and the mojo and the je ne sais quoi

There's not a thing in this world I trust
Save for the particulate smattering of 1960s dust
I need a hit, I want that stuff
Until it's blown away by some modern-day gust

Beth better book a weekend out of town
'Coz me and the boys are gonna find that sound
Get on Ready, Steady, Go! or Top Of The Pops
Instead of a weeknight 5-band headlining slot
A ratty old fuzz-box and a Teisco guitar
The A&R man says we're gonna go far
He'll dress us up in matching suits and give us new names
I promise to remember you when I've gotten fame

There's not a thing in this world I trust
Save for the particulate smattering of 1960s dust
I need a hit, I want that stuff
Until it's blown away by some modern-day gust

Chase me down the street
Into my hotel suite
The boredom of assumed success
Is gonna be the death of me

You can always return to where you've never been
If you leap into the decade where you wanna live
I'll never roam, I've made a home
No one dares to say this emperor has no clothes
There's not a thing in this world I trust
Save for the particulate smattering of 1960s dust
I need a hit, I want that stuff
Until it's blown away