Flat Out Get It - Lyrics - Webb Wilder

Flat Out Get It (Intro, spoken by Webb:) Three. Two. One. Do you know where your accountants are? Would you believe young mothers have deserted their broods to dance at new age satanist rallies? Have you ever known of the Rock and Roll Justice League busting a locking tremelo in your community, or are they merely paying lip service to your local guitar authorities? These and other questions are raised in the following excerpt from Webb Wilder's motivational "Tips For Teens Manifesto and Rock & Roll Pamphlet." At this juncture, let us deviate from the preface to these illusory comments, to clear our minds of all secular and non-aesthetic questions and answers, which all will be covered in God's good time, and play the electric guitar. (End spoken intro) All right, ha, ha-ha-ha All right, ha, ha-ha-ha All right, ha, ha-ha-ha All right, ha, ha-ha-ha Come on little baby, don't you think its time to dry your eyes? Something got you down, and Lordy knows I can sympathize But why'd you even come if all you're gonna do is mope around? Save it all for Sunday 'cause tonight we're gonna rock this town Let you feet lose their mind Do the dog, do the swim, do the Frankenstein Well all right, ha, ha-ha-ha All right, ha, ha-ha-ha All right Don't sweat it, flat out get it I got a hunch you're gonna like it a bunch Come on everybody don't you be a-sittin' on your hands Pick a wall flower, start a-swingin' like ol' Tarzan Make a monkey of yourself, be the best you've ever felt, I know I'm a monkey man myself, I'm makin' peanuts after every show That's all right, I'm doin' fine You gotta stop and smell the dandelions Well all right, ha, ha-ha-ha All right, ha, ha-ha-ha All right Don't sweat it, flat out get it I got a hunch you're gonna like it a bunch (instrumental) Well rock and roll is gettin' old, and now they got it sellin' soap But it's my only vice, I don't need liquor, dice, or dope, no What the heck, hit the deck, and burn the rubber off your sole Radio don't wanna know but, I bet the mess will knock you cold (unclear) Gonna ***-tonk all night long 'Cause tomorrow's gonna be long gone Well all right, ha, ha-ha-ha All right, ha, ha-ha-ha All right, ha, ha-ha-ha All right, ha, ha-ha-ha All right Don't sweat it, flat out get it I got a hunch you're gonna like it a bunch