Come see a living, breathing spectacleOnly seen right hereIt's your last chance in this lifetimeThe line forms at the rearYou won't believe your eyesYour eyes will not believe your earsGet your money out, get readyStep right up, yeah you, come here
You ain't seen nothing like himHes last one of the breedYou better hold on to your honeyHoneys, don't forget to breatheEnter at your own risk, misterIt might change the way you thinkThere's no dancers, there's no diamondsNo this boy he don't lip-synch
Here's the last man standingStep right up, he's the real thingThe last chance of a lifetimeCome and see, hear, feel ... the real thing
See those real live calloused fingersWrapped around those guitar stringsKiss the lips where hurt has lingeredIt breaks the heart to hear him singThe songs were more than musicThey were pictures from the soulSe keep your pseudo-punk, hip-hop, pop-rock junkAnd your digital downloads
Take your seats now, folks. It's showtimeHey, Patrick - hit the lightsThere's something in the airThere's magic in the nightNow here's the band, they really playI'll count the first one inI don't know where it's goneWell all know where it's been
The last man standingStep right up, he's the real thingThe last chance of a lifetimeCome see, hear, feel... the real thing.