Lyrics:

Sitting in the stand of
the sports arena
Waiting for the show to begin
Red lights, green lights,
strawberry wine,
A good friend of mine
follows the stars
Venus and Mars
Are alright tonight

What's that man
holding in his hand?
He looks a lot like a guy
I knew way back when
Its Silly Willy with the Philly Band
Could be
Oooh eee

What's that man movin'
cross the stage?
It looks a lot like the one
used by Jimmy Page
Its like a relic from a different age
Could be
Oooh eee

If there's a rock show
At the Concertgebouw
They've got long hair
At the Madison Square
You've got rock and roll
At the Hollywood Bowl
We'll be there
Oh yeah

The lights go down
They're back in town, okay
Behind the stacks
You glimpse an axe
The tension mounts
You score an ounce, ol?
Temperatures rise as you see
The white of their eyes

If there's a rock show
At the Concertgebouw
They've got long hair
At the Madison Square
You've got rock and roll
At the Hollywood Bowl
We'll be there
Oh yeah
(Tell me all about it baby)

In my green metal suit I'm preparing
To shoot up the city
And the ring at the end of my nose
Makes me look rather pretty
Its a pity there's nobody here
To witness the end
Save for my dear old friend
and confidante
Mademoiselle Kitty
Kitty, Kitty, Kitty

Tell me
What's that man movin' to and fro?
That decibel meter doesn't seem
To be reading low
But they was louder at the Rainbow
Could be
Oooh eee

If there's a rock show
Course I'm gonna be there
Long hair
At the Madison Square
Rock and roll
At the Hollywood Bowl
We'll be there
Oh yeah

Well there's a rock show
Course I'm gonna be there
Long hair
At the Madison Square
Rock and roll
At the Hollywood Bowl
Rock show
Long hair
Rock and roll
Rock show
Long hair
Rock and roll
Rock show
Long hair

Jet! Jet! Jet!
I can almost remember
their funny faces
That time you told 'em that
You were gonna be marrying soon
And Jet, I thought the only
Lonely place was on the moon

Jet! Ooh
Jet! Ooh

Jet! Was your father as bold
as a Sergeant Major?
Well how come he told you that
You were hardly old enough yet?
And Jet, I thought the major
Was a lady suffragette

Jet! Ooh
Jet! Ooh

Ah, Mater, want Jet to always love me
Ah, Mater, well I want Jet
to always love me
Ah, Mater, much later

Ooh she said
Ooh she said

And Jet don't you know that
I thought you was a real
lady suffragette

Jet! Ooh
Jet! Ooh

Ah, Mater, want Jet to always love me
Ah, Mater, want Jet to always love me
Ah, Mater, much later

Ooh she said
Ooh she said

Jet! With the wind in your hair
Of a thousand laces
Climb on the back and we'll
Go for a ride in the sky
And Jet don't you know that
I thought you was a little
lady suffragette

Jet! Ooh
Jet! Ooh

Yeah don't you know that
I thought you was a little
lady suffragette

A little lady
Sweet little lady, yeah yeah

Ooh