One In The Morning

Grab your air guitar and strut your stuff. LIFE IS SHORT, MAN. Life is too short. I wonder if AC/DC needs another lyricist?


One in the morning! Let’s rock.


The air is heavy with the smell of panties and silk pajamas too

Cross your legs, baby, or I’ll have to unleash the Mighty Beast

Let’s paint our nails and model a wet tee or two

If this ain’t heaven laid out with a heavenly feast


It’s one in the morning, and I don’t know where I am

But I do know I wanna be in a rock-n-roll band

I wanna be in a rock-n-roll band


Well, you know, I could sniff your panties all night and then some

C’mon, sugar, let me see a little stubby camel toe

Let’s play kissing games all around for everyone

My name has been called, or, well, I think so


It’s one in the morning, and I don’t know who I am

But I do know I wanna be in a rock-n-roll band

I wanna be in a rock-n-roll band


I wanna be, I wanna be in a rock-n-roll band

I wanna be in a rock-n-roll band, in a rock-n-roll band