Born in the shed with the guitar on We jammed the shtick to do four gigs With bits and pieces of the working thesis We jammed the shtick to do four gigs Now when we took me and D Boon's and George's stench And put them up on stage We'd fight at practice, then jam econo And spout the tour-spiel Tour-spiel Tour-spiel I dreamed, I was E Bloom But I woke up Joe Bouchard In some town out on the road With patent-leather boots on Just like Richard told me Another hack on the spectors tour Tour-spiel Tour-spiel Now you got your guitar And your practice amp You travel the USA in a van And troccoli's counting on some situation Are you going to write the song I demand? And with the guitar turned off And the gas tank empty And the typewriter on But my head is empty And to really find me I've got to look inside me And cut the tour-spiel Tour-spiel Tour-spiel Tour-spiel Tour-spiel Tour-spiel Tour-spiel Tour-spiel