At Doc McGhee’s instigation
Motley call a band meeting.
Their manger has harsh words:
“Guys, these fucks are stealing your thunder.
You got to get your shit together.
You got to tighten up. Straighten out.”
But Mars is mute, Sixx wasted and
Vince is banging some chick somewhere.
Only Tommy has something to say. Guffawing,
he flops his formidable penis out onto the table.
“Hey, has anyone got a hot dog bun and relish?
I got a great idea for a practical joke.”