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Now Stevie, now don't be nervous, honey, okay |
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I'm gonna go in and I'm gonna introduce you |
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And then you're gonna come in with your guitar |
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And you're gonna play that nice |
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Nice music you were telling me about |
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And while you're doing that |
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I'll be sitting in the back of the room |
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We'll have such a good time |
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So don't you be nervous, honey |
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It will relax everybody, and we'll be so happy |
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I'm gonna go in now |
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I'll introduce you, okay |
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Heads up now you kids you |
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All of you, calm down that's good |
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Okay everyone in your own seat, that's good |
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Okay now |
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Little Stevie Vai is going to play |
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A composition on the guitar |
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He wrote it all by himself |
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Okay Stevie |
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Bring your three friends up |
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They can play with you |
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That Steve Vai, what a nice little boy |
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I wrote this song for all my friends |
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When I grow up I'm gonna be |
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A famous rock 'n roll guitar player |
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(Love it, eh, he, he, go ahead) |
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And this is my whammy bar |
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And it's gonna be loud |
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(Don't you think |
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That's a bit loud?) |
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Boys it's getting too loud |
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You're getting out of control, boys Stevie |
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Now calm down class, calm down Mr. Vai |
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You've got to turn it down |
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What did you say |
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You want me to turn it down |
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You mean down like this |
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Boys, what happened to that nice music? |
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That sounds like noise Mr. Vai |
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And I want it stopped |
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You've all got detention |
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Uh, oh, here comes trouble |
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(Ayy Vai, are you outta your mind? |
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You, guys, ya don't back off |
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Ya must be crazy I'm gonna flip out |
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I'm tellin' you if this is my final flip out |
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You guys are gonna go with me) |
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Ah, shut up |
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Will you two stop dancing like that? |
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Frankie, leave that girl alone |
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We're not gonna have |
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Another incident like Mildred |
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Come here to me Vai |
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Don't you hear me? |
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Come here, you little snit |
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Wait 'till I get my hands |
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Don't you run away ay, ay, ay |
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Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, Vai |
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Knock it off get, off my desk |
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(Hey Andrea, check this out) |
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Oh, Stevie, you promised me |
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You'd play nice music, people out of control |
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Dancin' on the desks playin' with the girls |
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That awful noise just make people go wild |
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You gotta turn that music down, Stevie, please |
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I'm fearless in my heart |
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They will always see that in my eyes |
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I am the passion |
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I am the warfare I will never stop always |
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Constant, accurate, and intense |
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Mark my words, you'll never amount to anything |
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Steve Vai, you'll see, you'll be a bum, in the streets |
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A bum, that's it, a bum I thought you were |
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Such a nice little boy ya know what? ya mean |
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Ya got a mean, nasty, vicious streak |
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Why don't you just quit school? |
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Move to California with all those other bums |
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Go, that's where you belong |
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With all those crazies out in California |
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Maybe you'll be famous |
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Thank you very much |
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(Ha that's the funniest |
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Thing I've ever heard) |
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Thank you very much |
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(You? Famous?With that noise? |
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HaI'll see ya in jail) |
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Thank you very much |
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(Give me a break Stevie, stop it |
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You'll see, mark my words) |
