Kings Of The Wild Frontier Songtext
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Kings Of The Wild Frontier Songtext
There were 7 of them down Elon way
They were young and spry and wanting to play
And everybody said they′d die anonymous and poor
And they took the tiny stage that night
Hoping they would get it right
But when they were done
The crowd was screaming for more
Casey picked up a plastic thing and
Boy I tell you he could make it sing
It sounded like a synthesizer or a flute
Then Josh hit the keyboards and I'll tell you son
You might of thought he was done
But he picked up the trumpet and he started to hoot
Big Something Big Something
Kings of the wild frontier
Big Something Big Big Something
What do we think they′ll do next?
No one knows, everyone's got suspense on their face
What is it going to be?
One time there were snakes surrounding the boys
The snakes didn't know the boys had their toys
They whipped out their instruments and started to play
So Jesse whipped out bar chord and them snakes they said
"Oh lord he′s gonna solo"
And Jesse blew em away
And as they were getting out of town
Ben Vinograd started to lay it down
He did paradiddles and he twirled his sticks
And them snakes slithered home to their snake wives
And they said they′re happy to have their lives
Cause them big something boys got some fancy licks
Big Something Big Something
Kings of the wild frontier
Big Something Big Big Something
What do we think they'll do next?
No one knows, everyone′s got suspense on their face
What is it going to be?
Some say Douglas Marshall flies in the moonlit night skies
And that's how he learned to play the bass
I asked him once if it was true, he got weird and quickly withdrew
And then something flew over and it had Doug′s face
MacDaniels said don't let it bother you son
That′s how that feller gets it done
I can fly myself but I rarely do
He said flying now that's pretty fun
But I play guitar like a gatling gun
And that gets me more senoritas than Motley Crue
Big Something Big Something
Kings of the wild frontier
Big Something Big Big Something
What do we think they'll do next?
No one knows, everyone′s got suspense on their face
What is it going to be?
They were young and spry and wanting to play
And everybody said they′d die anonymous and poor
And they took the tiny stage that night
Hoping they would get it right
But when they were done
The crowd was screaming for more
Casey picked up a plastic thing and
Boy I tell you he could make it sing
It sounded like a synthesizer or a flute
Then Josh hit the keyboards and I'll tell you son
You might of thought he was done
But he picked up the trumpet and he started to hoot
Big Something Big Something
Kings of the wild frontier
Big Something Big Big Something
What do we think they′ll do next?
No one knows, everyone's got suspense on their face
What is it going to be?
One time there were snakes surrounding the boys
The snakes didn't know the boys had their toys
They whipped out their instruments and started to play
So Jesse whipped out bar chord and them snakes they said
"Oh lord he′s gonna solo"
And Jesse blew em away
And as they were getting out of town
Ben Vinograd started to lay it down
He did paradiddles and he twirled his sticks
And them snakes slithered home to their snake wives
And they said they′re happy to have their lives
Cause them big something boys got some fancy licks
Big Something Big Something
Kings of the wild frontier
Big Something Big Big Something
What do we think they'll do next?
No one knows, everyone′s got suspense on their face
What is it going to be?
Some say Douglas Marshall flies in the moonlit night skies
And that's how he learned to play the bass
I asked him once if it was true, he got weird and quickly withdrew
And then something flew over and it had Doug′s face
MacDaniels said don't let it bother you son
That′s how that feller gets it done
I can fly myself but I rarely do
He said flying now that's pretty fun
But I play guitar like a gatling gun
And that gets me more senoritas than Motley Crue
Big Something Big Something
Kings of the wild frontier
Big Something Big Big Something
What do we think they'll do next?
No one knows, everyone′s got suspense on their face
What is it going to be?
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