As if the wind suddenly caught a cold
Bob flew to the party in a silly goldish costume
with his drums and whistle in one bag,
man, this town is crazy with sounds and parties,
all night long we hear the music flooding our souls,
I wish some Lord of Darkness would come
and blow our minds away in a flashy demonstration of rock'n'roll-
still all the dudes are living their moments in poems,
written in bad movies and sad songs-I wish I erase them all,
you want to be the Queen, Bob wants to be Dylan,
what a sad mania! while the hand trembles on the button,
call the Lord of Darkness, he is available at 69-69-00.
Our eyes melt in sweet excitment when the imposing Lord arrives-
he will pop your desire from the head and lift you to the heavens in one second,
he will take your friends with you, in all the parties from the 70's,
he will hypnotize all the virgins from the front row
and mesmerized by his presence you will shoot
your ugly present and throw it out the window.