Thumper, July
98
Hangin’ out in Houston, at the Cellar downtown.
Vulcan Gas in Austin, S.A.’s Pussycat Lounge.
Nitzinger in Dallas, the man could really rock.
Easter time at Padre, party round the clock.
Chorus 1
Runnin’ down to Florida, hangin’ on the beach.
Bought myself a sailboat, learned some tacks and reaches.
Party ‘neath the palm trees, with exotic girls.
Playin’ at the Riptide, shots and joints and pills.
Chorus 1
Watched’em build a Cobra at an airport in L.A.
Met the Flying Tiger wizard, and watched his sports cars
play.
Sat with Linda at the Whiskey, doin’ a sound check for the
show.
Had a bedroom on the ocean, watched the California snow.
Chorus 1
Surfin’ down at Molokai, playing Don Ho’s mothers bar.
The monkey bar in Pearl, livin’ in a rusted car.
Smokin’ in the Punchbowl, ‘neath and endless sea of stars.
The beauties on Hotel St, man I never went that far.
Chorus 1
Opium in Chinatown, Tea Party with the Who.
The Ark with Pigpen and his friends, they played a night or
2.
Peter Wolfe and Orson Welles, the Monkey Business Store.
Sex and drugs and rock and roll, who could ask for more.
Chorus 1:
I was a legend, in my own time.
I was a legend, there’s no denying.
I was a legend, and I’m not lying, I was a legend, in my own
mind.
Chorus 2:
We were all legends, in our own time, we were all legends,
there’s no denying.
We were all legends, and I’m not lying,
We all were legends, in our own minds.