Some turnout, a hundred grand;
Get with it, we'll shake his hand.
Don't bother to
understand;
Don't question the little man.
Be part of the brotherhood;
Yes, it's
chain lightning,
It feels so good.
Hush brother, we cross the square;
Act
nat'ral, like you don't care.
Turn slowly and comb your hair;
Don't trouble the midnight
air.
We're standing just where he stood;
It was chain lightning,
It feels so
good.
