na, hoffentlich gelingt mir die "puttanesca" heut´...*s*

Come see a living, breathing spectacle
Only seen right here
It's your last chance in this lifetime
The line forms to the rear
You won't believe your eyes
Your eyes will not believe youre ears
Get your money out, get ready
Step right up, yeah you, come here

You ain't seen nothing like him
Teh last one of the breed
You better hold on to your honey
Honeys, don't forget to breathe
Enter at your own risk, mister
It might change the way you think
There's no dancers, there's no diamonds
No this boy he don't lip-synch

Here's the last man standing
Step right up, he's the real thing
The last chance of a lifetime
Come and see, hear, feel ... the real thing

See those real live calloused fingers
Wrapped around those guitar strings
Kiss the lips where hurt has lingered
It breaks the hart to hear him sing
The songs were more than music
They were pictures from the soul
Se keep your pseudo-punk, hip-hop, pop-rock junk
And your digital downloads

Take your seats now, folks.
It's showtime Hey, Patrick - hit the lights
There's something in the air There's magic in the night
Now here's the band, they really play
I'll count the first one in I don't know where it's gone
Well all know where it's been

The last man standing
Step right up, he's the real thing
The last chance of a lifetime
Come see, hear, feel... the real thing.