(Whoa am I in the right place?)

I was blown away by Duane Eddy, in 1963,
Grabbed my dad’s guitar, my best-friend Vince,
And he started to play the ukulele,
Well, our band was called the Earwigs,
Glen taught us all these cool chords,
Started ripping up Cortez School,
Convincing everyone it’s all cool,
That’s rock’n'roll for you,

Hey, what’s my name?
Yer Dennis Dunaway
Dennis Dunaway,
(With my green frog bass),
Dennis Dunaway,
(I painted Alice’s face),
Bootsy, Flea, James and Jack, are more than just OK,
But I’m Dennis Dunaway
He’s a Legend with a bass,
Such a Legend with a bass,
Yer a Legend with a bass,
Big green bass

I was jamming with Neal in the desert,
He’s from Lazerbeat’s drumming hardcore,
I was ranking on him from the audience,
So his sis Cindy pinned my ass to the floor,
Well I couldn’t resist that woman,
And now look a fine couple more,
We’re wild cats in the desert, baby,
Milky mountain to the golden shore,
That’s the love we swore,

Chorus (Wyman, McCartney, Samwell-Smith with whom I’m quite au fait)

(Hit it)
(The Doctor will see you now)

Goin’ thank you all now for the lovin’,
For when the desert felt just like hell,
Good to know I’m not forgotten,
Even better to know, you wish me well,
Well we’re tearing up New York City,
DDP is on the rise,
Everybody’s lovin’ this energy,
New life burning inside of ol’ me,
Filling up the branches of ol’ Jesse’s tree,

Chorus (Scarlet, Quatro, the brothers Bouchard, are friends of mine that say)

(We had a wonderful time)

Recorded Jan – April 2008, Devon U.K.

Words and music copyright Super Punk Muffin 2008