Lyrics:

[i. PROLOGUE]

This is the tale of the Land of No Groove
where music got stuck in a rut
and four daring travelers desperate to prove
an inkling that gilded their gut

that somewhere beyond all the drivel and fluff
blasting from megaphones high
there might be a land filled with spiffier stuff
it could be fiction, but they had to try

Get a good rest, at the dawn we’re leaving
off to travel far away
set a compass for the far horizon
walk on - out toward the dusty plain

Barry and Francis and Robby and Steve
packed up their drums on a cart
With guitars on their backs, and their hearts on their sleeves
it was off to the lost land of art

Get a good rest, at the dawn we’re leaving
off to travel far away
set a compass for the far horizon
walk on - out ‘cross the dusty plain

Flute solo: Steve

So, get a good rest, at the dawn we’re leaving
off to travel far away
set a compass for the far horizon
walk on - out ‘cross the dusty plain