Assholes at the Concert

Sung to the tune of "Cowboy in the Jungle", from Jimmy's classic Son of a Son of a Sailor album.
This one is dedicated to the boneheads who were in front of us on Tuesday's show (February 17 1998), who actually took pleasure in trying to slam beach balls at the stage and even at Jimmy himself!
Since this lyric contains some bad words, it has been self-censored. For those of you who insist on enjoying it to the fullest, you can highlight the offenses with your cursor.


There are assholes at the concert
and they're sitting much too near
A collective IQ
of nearly 22
but that was prior to the beer

Don't give a damn about us
or whomever they might hurt
They got their seats from the promoter
and a Guest pass on their shirt

So they stand and swear and bellow
They can't seem to let things be
They're under the misconception
that it's them we came to see

High-fiving all their buddies
Splashing beer spray on us all
They don't seem to know
not even facing the show --
more entertained by the beach balls

Chorus:
Here comes a beach ball
If only they could reach all
Why can't they lay off a moment or two?
They believe that they do no wrong
-- I think they recognized that one song
You know the one that's "something something screw"

Reefers in the distance
but I can hardly see they're there
since the asshole up in front of me
is trying to balance on his chair

Ignoring all the music
They came here for just one song
And although it's last
won't let a moment pass
to shout its title all night long

Chorus:
Hey, there's another beach ball!
Intelligence in free fall
Aiming for someone over in the next row
It seems their main attraction
is to be a great distraction
Try their best to be louder than the show

And I don't want to sit by that kind of people
No I don't want to be by that big a rear
But that is my fear
That is my fear
So why do I put myself through the same thing every year?

Maybe they might pass out
This would give us all a break
Because their simian behavior's
becoming more than we can take

They've gone up to the bathroom
We're hoping this lasts long
But they're back with reinforcements
and more beer for the next song

Chorus:
See them grabbing for that beach ball
It is their end all and be all
Why can't they finally give it a rest?
I know I should be humbler
since the assholes grow in number
Too bad admission doesn't come with a test

and there are assholes at the concert

Sing-along to another parody about this night.


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