Born in the shed with the guitar on
We jammed the schtick to do for gigs
With bits and pieces of the working thesis
We jammed the schtick to do for gigs
Now when we took me and D. Boon and George's stench
We put it up on stage
We'd fight at practice, then jam econo
And spout the tour-spiel

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
Tour-spiel
Tour-spiel

Now you got your guitar and your practice amp
You travel the USA in a van
And Troccoli's countin' on some situation
Are you gonna' write the song I demand?
And when the guitar's turned off
And the gas tank's empty
And the typewriter's 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