Rod Stewart — All in the Name of Rock N Roll Alternative Version

[Verse 1] Went out of town on the 249 Playin' for recognition out in New York town You see, me and the boys got a rock 'n' roll band They were so damn good, gonna rip up the land Yeah Well, we got ups, we got downs We gon' get so high when the sun goes down Got the ego that can't be abused I got my two-toned shoes And I can sing the blues [Chorus] Look out, kids, it's the FBI We got a problem, you keep me high Put on your clothes, take the smile off your face And put your money where your mouth is or get out this place [Verse 2] But New York town is a mean ass town We got a thousand bands singin' underground Well, way down in New Orleans it's the same old thing Commercial music and every ol' thing Well, Old King Soul, he finally gave us a jolt He played the vibes 'til 9 and read from 10 to 4 Played upside down, we played inside out Then a uniform band, he was thrown into jail [Chorus] Look out, kids, it's the FBI We got a problem, you keep me high Put on your clothes, take the smile off your face And put your money where your mouth is or get out this place [Verse 3] Gettin' hungry, I want it, woman Can't get a smell 'cause my nose is blocked And I'm so high, I can't believe it Hotel dogs are knockin' on my door, woo Two nights of singin' at the Holiday Inn Left the two parts red, oh, what a square Memphis the man, there's no sweeter song Lisa Mc Cartney, we're the band on the run [Chorus] Look out, kids, it's the FBI We got a problem, you keep me high Put on your clothes, take the smile off your face And put your money where your mouth is or get out this place Oh yeah