Phantom of the A‐Go‐Go

Listen, children of the night, and have no fear
The Phantom of the A-Go-Go is about to appear
Late at night, when all the go-goers are gone
Between the hours of midnight and dawn
Up from the cellar and onto the stage
The Phantom appears in a bloody rage
Pounding the organ, but nobody hears
He hasn't had a gig in over 200 years
Old time music is all that he knows
His fingernails are so long, he plays with his toes
Beethoven, Tchaikovsky is all that he plays
He won't get a job 'til he changes his ways
Rigor Mortis, his manager, lurked in one night
An hour or so before daylight, he said

What's wrong with you, Phantom? Haven't you heard the news?
The rage today is rhythm and blues
I might be able to get you a gig
If you'd cap your fangs and buy a Beatle wig
You've got to stop this nonsense and play rock and roll
Learn to play the organ with a little bit of soul
Be like Boris, you know what happened to him
He's a cool sensation with the Monstrous Slim
Oh, that's it, Phantom, I think you're getting hip
You'll soon be the rage of the Sunset Strip
Now you're playing music really out of sight
You'll be a star by tomorrow night

Hot pastrami, yeah

That's it, Phantom, where have you been?
Join the group, you're the only thing in

Mashed-yo-yo-potatoes, yeah
And anyone else you know

I might be able to get you on the shindig show
Oh, Phantom, you're too much, you know
I dig it, you know