On the greenest grass you’ve ever seen, on a sunny afternoons
John Lennon writes the lyrics, Harry Chapin lends a hand
Freddie's there with Elvis, fronting up the band
Janis Joplin on the harmonies, and Keith Moon on the drums
Bon Scott exudes raw energy when the rock and roll it comes
When the pace it slows, Miles Davis starts, and blues us out on jazz
Mama Cass then steps right up, belting out pizzazz
Michael Hutchins joins with those out front, as they rip out six more hits
Chrissy Amphlett dressed for school days, drips lyrics from her lips
Chrissy Amphlett dressed for school days, drips lyrics from her lips
Australians bring a touch of class to a band replete with talent
Jim Croce, Jim Morrison and Gerry, add to a crowd that is so gallant
Plane crashes took so many, it’s really quite so bizzare
Buddy and Ritchie left us, so did the Bopper, it hit us hard
John Denver and then our own mate Shirl, succumbed to a lack of height
Along with Jim Croce and Ricky Nelson, it’s hard to see at night
Alcohol took the lives of some, drugs took many others
“Accidental overdose” while liaising with their lovers
The music that they gave us, keeps them in our minds forever
I could listen to them daily, their music oh so clever
Is there a valid reason, why so many stars must leave so young
Without reaching their potential, so many songs yet to be sung
Do they think they are invincible, like we all did in our teens
I don’t want to wait til heaven, or just see them on the screens
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