we have a treat this week. a good friend of ours, marko we’ll call him, has joined us for a few days on the road. we are referring to him as our road pastor. he’s not. well he sort of is. i mean we’ve never had a “road pastor” so we’re not sure exactly what qualifies one as such. so he may be. we’re just not sure. he’s here though. for a couple of days. he’s living his rock and roll fantasy.
Hey, yeah.
Here come the jesters, one, two, three.
It’s all part of my fantasy,
I love the music and I love to see
the crowd,
Dancing in the aisles and singing out loud, yeah.
Here come the dancers one by one,
Your mamas calling but you’re having fun
You’ll find you’re dancing on a number nine cloud
Put your hands together and sing
it out loud
Its all part of my rock ‘n’ roll
fantasy, yeah.
Its all part of my rock ‘n’ roll
dream, yeah.
It’s all part of my rock ‘n’ roll fantasy.
It’s all part of my rock ‘n’ roll
dream.
Put out the spot lights one and all
And let the feeling get down to
your soul
The music’s so loud you can here the sound
Reaching for the sky churning up the ground
It’s all part of my rock ‘n’ roll fantasy.
Its all part of my rock ‘n’ roll dream, oh, yeah.
It’s all part of my rock ‘n’ roll fantasy.
Its all part of my rock ‘n’ roll dream, yeah, yeah.
Fantasy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Fantasy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
ok. sorry. uh, yeah, so we have a road pastor. here he is…