Let’s go bowlin’, have a pint And then sink in the gutter by the stroke of midnight Let’s go bowlin’, leave the world behind Pick up a spare on that 7/10 split and have a peace of mind CHORUS: Let’s go bowlin’ Get that ball a-rollin’ Let’s go bowlin’ Step on up, get the strike force goin’ (x2) Let’s go bowlin’, nab a strike And then two more for a turkey, yeah, just out of spite Let’s go bowlin’, maybe Saturday And if, by fate, ya gotta work late, well that’ll be okay Yeah! CHORUS Let’s go bowlin’ We can join the commotion Let’s go bowlin’ Ooo, it’s just a notion Why should we care? It’s only fair that we better think o’ bowlin’ tonight! CHORUS Let’s go bowlin’

Fifty We think it’s nifty And although you don’t always shop thrifty Well, you’re still one of a kind You’re oh so giving And work so hard for a living That if you should snap, give Jared a slap Well ya know, we wouldn’t mind CHORUS: Mama! Oh, can’t you see You’re half way to a century Mother Marie And without a you, there wouldn’t be a me Mother Marie (x3) Do you remember Oh, as clearly as me Referring to snacks as “num-nums” Back in Italy You’re oh so funny Falling outta canoes, Mummy But still all the same, remember our names: He’s one, she’s two, I’m three! Ha-ha! CHORUS Mama! (x4) Mother Marie (x3) Oh, whether cookin’ or bookin’ or cleanin’ Maybe drinkin’ a glass at the bar Well, Mother dear, listen here The Kid is on the guitar CHORUS

Well, have you met this man? His name is Psycho Joe He’s never been arrested Cuz the cops are too damn slow! CHORUS: Psycho Joe! (x2) One time he met this woman And drowned her in a tub He took the victim’s wallet And then went out for a sub! CHORUS He’ll find the biggest sledge And bash ya fuckin’ teeth And if you don’t like blatancy He’ll try to be discreet CHORUS He’ll take a five-inch blade And cut ya bloody neck And if you’re on a pirate ship No hands’ll be on deck! CHORUS And when he has a sword He’ll gut you like a fish Or if you want beheading Then he’ll grant your final wish! CHORUS Psycho, Psycho, Psycho Psycho Joe (x3) Psycho, Psycho Joe!!! So now you know the legend So now you know the tale No matter if you’re mighty Regardless if you’re frail You know he’s out to hunt you He’ll make you take the fall Then grab a pen, and write your name In blood right on the wall! Well you’d be best to run away Or even try to hide When in his line of fire He’ll expose your insides So go ahead, mark my words Just thought you’d wanna know About the insane legend Of dear ol’ Psycho Joe! CHORUS Psycho Joe Psycho!!!!!!...

The Rock n' Roll Queen, An entrance of gleam Amidst the darkness, and so it would seem That the audience found their surrogate God, They follow her hand and every nod, The tower of light through the London fog Is tonight, undoubtedly, The Rock n' Roll Queen. Lambent in the violet light, The crowd rid of all plight As the first number hits, Her voice summons bliss, One stunning intro you shouldn't miss. The song gone smooth, as surreal as fantasy. Marvelous, stupendous, and all courtesy Of the disciple band and the Rock n' Roll Queen. Selling out countless shows, Unconcerned where she goes. And my, how pigs fly With ticket sales so high, Surprises all eyes; She does it with ease. "Take your seats, if you please," Yet like royal guards, they stand for the Rock n' Roll Queen. Backstage, on a break, taking a drink, Her performance struck hard, made the Titanic sink. She still knows, like many times before, An encore's expected - they hunger for more. Strap yourselves in, young ones, this is your last ride. No law to dictate feeling, and no rules to abide. All pupils locked on target, the soon-to-be greatest scene. Unnerving sensation, unmatched elation, gaze upon the Rock n' Roll Queen. A gala of high prestige, Luxury, and celebrity; With an open, warm, and friendly heart, An aura on par with her sacred art, Conversing with all who wish her presence, Fame fails to make of her a menace. Every compliment taken with such modesty, The tri-syllable epitome of the Rock n' Roll Queen. Do you remember the day you were crowned? Through the makeup and reversed frowns, The jesters danced, the trumpets sounded, And you astounded. All hands together, you strike your pose, Ever so sultry in revealing clothes. The company bows, and without doubt, they know Their leading lady, freshly coroneted, Who dare not be underestimated, Will capture hearts around the globe. Dawn the robe, Raise the scepter - oh, Rock n' Roll Queen, rejoice; Lend an ear to your loyal subjects Merged into a solo voice. Surrounding us is thunder, Clouding us in wonder, A curse of six feet under If not for chaotic delight. With your music, bless the night, Be the driver of our trip to morning twilight, And we will be your safety net When the time has come to end the set. The fragile doll we will care for, The angelic soul we'll be there for. You spend on us, no money required. You handle yourself consistently, no assistance desired, Like your sole dependent is inside your own shoes; Isn't it time another looked after you? A guarantee now and ever after too. You're the one. You're the one, The silhouette in the golden sun, The shadow in the silvery moon, And we await to hear your tune. Come down, take your rightful place On the throne, black and flat without sitting space. The echoed chamber is a void - Fill it now for the girls and boys. Take your strides splendidly, And we serve our royalty. Let the line be our guide, Let the rhythm pave our dream. The chords collide, come on inside, Let's move to the Rock n' Roll Queen. The end of the year, The close of the tour, The last clink of a beer, Let the champagne pour Into fine crystal - a celebration! Absolute success, can you feel the vibration? Taken to a higher plane, They wish to show their gratitude. The music world is not the same With this rockin' group of energy and attitude, And each solitary fan in every crowd so obscene Has undying love and admiration for the Rock n' Roll Queen.