D. Boon - Tour-Spiel lyrics

Born in the shed with the guitar on We jammed the schtick to do four gigs With bits and pieces of the working thesis We jammed the schtick to do four gigs Now when we took me and D. Boon and George's stench We put it up on stage We'd fight at practice, then jam econo And spout the tour-spiel Tour-spiel Tour-spiel Tour-spiel I dreamed I was E. Bloom But I woke up Joe Bouchard In some town out on the road With patent-leather boots on Just like Richard told me Another hack on the "spectors" tour (Chorus) Now you got your guitar and your practice amp You travel the USA in a van And Troccoli's countin' on some situation Are you gonna' write the song I demand? And when the guitar's turned off And the gas tank's empty And the typewriter's on But my head is empty And to really find me I've got to look inside me And cut the tour-spiel (Chorus)