We were on our way to Flagstaff
Driving up that windy road
With two roadworthy vehicles
And one hellacious load
Somehow they fell behind us
We thought we`d meet them there
But here we are in Flagstaff
And the van`s Christ knows where
And I`m still wondering where those bastards are
They`re probably swilling in some Sedona bar
I think I`ll have a cigarette and I`ll sit here on the car
`Cause I`m still wondering where those bastards are
Well they didn`t bother calling
They knew just where we`d be
The band was told to start at nine
And now it`s ten-fifteen
If we don`t get set up and play
The bar will close its doors
Then we`ll have to pay for our way home
By sweeping up the floors
But I`m still wondering where those bastards are
They`re probably swilling in some Sedona bar
I think I`ll have a cigarette and I`ll sit here on the car
`Cause I`m still wondering where those bastards are
The owner told us flatly
We won`t play here again
Until hell freezes over,
Perhaps not even then
Well it`s time to leave this empty bar
It`s closing anyway
You might say we`re shit out of luck
But all that I can say is...
I`m still wondering where those bastards
They`re probably swilling in some Sedona bar
I think I`ll have a cigarette and I`ll sit here on the car
`Cause I`m still wondering where those bastards are.