We were bored, there was nothing going on
Might as well stay at home
Drinking until pass out again
Drink some more when the morning comes
Memphis was sinking into the Mississippi
We were doing our best just to ride it down
'Til the night G.G. Allin came to town
The night G.G. Allin came to town
"Honey, I don't believe this"
The old man at Ferguson's Cafe
Keep saying to his wife
As he read aloud The Memphis Star and their account
Of what went down that night
Says, "He took a shit on the stage
Started throwing it into the crowd
He was gone before the cops could come and shut him down"
Gone before the shit came down
The night G.G. Allin came to town
The night G.G. Allin came to town
Antenna Club, Memphis, 1991
Punk rockers paid 12 dollars to be shit on
The night G.G. Allin came to town
The night G.G. Allin came to town
Says, "He took the microphone and shoved it up his ass"
The old man and his wife were aghast
We ain't coming, we just laughed so hard
Floor fell down
The night G.G. Allin came to town
The night G.G. Allin came to town
