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Crew Nights
by Jethro Tull
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Tear it down in double quick time
To get the 'a' truck shifted 'bout midnight
The locker rooms are empty but the strobo tuners
Still spin with their pitching lights
And someone with a yellow pass
Gives out precise directions as to where and when
And here am I with a drumstick
While young girls set to rendezvous and be recognized again
Tomorrow is an off day
'Be in Baltimore by Thursday' is the only law
There's a suite down at the hotel
Reserved for making merry with connecting doors
The lighting man's already improvised a bar
And printed invitations to the ball
Off-duty cops line corridors wearing tour T-shirts proudly
And the band may even call
Crew nights, no flashlights or folding knives
Best boots and road suits and nine lives
Feeling that it might be wrong to
Temporarily belong to the P.A. man
Some angel from the Midwest is regretting being
Undressed with no suntan
His Polaroid is snapping
The head carpenter is rapping on the gates of dawn
Sitting lonely with a warm beer
The girl with dental braces wishes that she hadn't gone
Crew nights, no bar fights or Reader's Wives
Thin walls and late calls and nine lives
Crew nights, no flashlights or folding knives
Best boots and road suits and nine lives
Tear it down in double quick time
To get the 'a' truck shifted 'bout midnight
The locker rooms are empty but the strobo tuners
Still spin with their pitching lights
And someone with a yellow pass
Gives out precise directions as to where and when
And here am I with a drumstick
While young girls set to rendezvous and be recognized again
Tomorrow is an off day
'Be in Baltimore by Thursday' is the only law
There's a suite down at the hotel
Reserved for making merry with connecting doors
The lighting man's already improvised a bar
And printed invitations to the ball
Off-duty cops line corridors wearing tour T-shirts proudly
And the band may even call
Crew nights, no flashlights or folding knives
Best boots and road suits and nine lives
Feeling that it might be wrong to
Temporarily belong to the P.A. man
Some angel from the Midwest is regretting being
Undressed with no suntan
His Polaroid is snapping
The head carpenter is rapping on the gates of dawn
Sitting lonely with a warm beer
The girl with dental braces wishes that she hadn't gone
Crew nights, no bar fights or Reader's Wives
Thin walls and late calls and nine lives
Crew nights, no flashlights or folding knives
Best boots and road suits and nine lives
