[Verse 1]
In a little town in Idaho, way back in '61
A man was fryin' burgers, gee, it seemed like lots of fun
But to his friend, the bun boy, he confessed, "It's misery
I think I'd like to start a group, so come along with me"

[Chorus]
And all you stations across the nation
Please play our records for your congregation

[Verse 2]
The band soon started boomin', they were rakin' in the coin
They found a few musicians and persuaded them to join
And Paul Revere decided since they had such newfound fame
"We need a fancy title," and The Raiders they became

[Chorus]
And all you stations across the nation
Please play our records for your congregation

[Verse 3]
Soon packed up for Hollywood to reap their fortunes there
The streets aren't really paved with gold, and you can't live on air
And then Dick Clark approached them, said, "I know a thing or two
I'll put you on a TV show and make big stars of you"
[Chorus]
And all you stations across the nation
Please play our records for your congregation

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 4]
Now, things are goin' groovy, and we really can't complain
Though the pace of rock 'n' rollin' nearly drives us all insane
And everybody's pushin', sayin' "Give it all you can"
Come to think of it, our business manager's our biggest fan

[Chorus]
And all you stations across the nation
Please play our records for your congregation

[Outro]
How's that, guys?
You think I got across the message and the story in the song?
You think it's OK?
What do you think?
Terr?
Phil?
Paul?
Smitty?
What do you think, guys?
Ray? How's that, Ray?
Ray's the engineer, folks
How's that, Ray?
Think that'll get 'em?
Smile, yup