Jethro Tull - Crew Nights lyrics

Tear it down in double quick time

To get the eighth truck shifted 'bout midnight

The locker rooms are empty but the [Strobo Tickers?][strobe boats?]

still spin with their pitching lights

And someone with a yellow pass

Gives out precise directions as to where and when

And here am I with a drumstick,

While young girls set to rendezvous, and be recognized again

Tomorrow is an off-day,

Be in Baltimore by Thursday is the only law.

There's a suite down at the hotel

Reserved for making merry with connecting doors.

The lighting man's already improvised a bar,

And printed invitations to the ball.

Off duty cops line corridors wearing Tull [two?] T-shirts proudly

on the band's [...] wall

Crew nights, no flashlights or folding knives,

Best boots and road suits and nine lives.

Feeling that it might be wrong to

Temporarily belong to the P.A. man [men?]

Some angel from the midwest is regretting being

Undressed with no suntan

His polaroid is snapping

The head carpenter is rapping on

The gates of dawn

Sitting lonely with a warm beer

The girl with dental braces wishes that she hadn't gone.

Crew nights, no bar fights or [feeders?] [veeders?] wives

Thin walls and late [blade?] calls and nine lives.

[Ken Stitzel writes: Still no clue on the first line, but I think

``late calls'' is definitely correct for the second line. It makes

sense from a stagehand terminology perspective. I know that it

sounds like there's a ``b'' sound in there, but I think it's just a

minor flaw in Ian's diction. (It's really tough to sing clearly,

especially in rock music.)]

Crew nights, no flashlights or folding knives,

Best boots and road suits and nine lives.