By Jason Burke
About the Song.
The environment that emerges when large groups of people come together to hear music is so…cool.
Credits
Vocals: Jason Burke
Drums: Matthew Porcaro
Guitars: Todd Serafin
Bass: Oliver Sampson
Lyrics
Sweet Suzie, blue-eyes, girly smile, tossing blonde hair
stepped to the front row of my show always behind your stare.
The crowd is swayin’ to the back beat, the band is beating four by four.
They got the rhythm for her hips, just gotta get her on the floor.
Marks made in spade, all around they go.
Check out the big rage, hangin’ in kewlspace.
We’re such a bad case, hangin’ in kewlspace.
The boy is bustin’ techno-ride, eyein’ all the skirts.
He’s gonna score the big win with his only stash of flirts.
He’ll a big move past his two warm beers, check their acts for his next meet
He’ll wanna pour the coals all night, but by 12 he’ll be beat.
Marks made in spade, all around they go.
Check out the big rage, hangin’ in kewlspace.
We’re such a bad case, hangin’ in kewlspace.