Scrapbook — текст песни (Chicago)

Six sets smoked on saturdays

At barnabys 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