Lyrics:

In a little town in Idaho way back in sixty one
A man was frying burgers gee - it seemed like lots of fun
But to his friend the bun boy he confessed its misery
I think I'd like to start a group so come along with me

And all youth stations accross the nation
Please play our records for your congrecation.

The band soon started booming they were raking in the coin
They found few new musicians and persuaded them to join
And Paul Revere decided since they had such new-found fame
We need a fancy title and The Raiders they became

And all youth stations accross the nation
Please play our records for your congrecation.

They soon packed up for Hollywood to read their fortunes there
But streets aren't really paved with gold and you can't live on air
And then Dick Clark approached them said I know a thing or two
I'll put you on a TV show and make big stars of you

And all youth stations accross the nation
Please play our records for your congrecation.

Now thins are going groovy and we really can't complain
Thou the pace of rock 'n rolling nearly drives us all insane
Everybody's bushing saying give it all you can
To come to think of it our business manager's our biggest fan