(electronic music) (radio wave beeping) (upbeat music) (guitar riffing) (upbeat music) - We were scared to play tonight, with a band called The Archery Boys from Las Vegas, Nevada, but God had other plans.

He made their airplane crash over the desert.

Hopefully they'll survive.

But I've got no idea, it's none of my business.

For all I know they may have gone down in flames.

Maybe they'll be on their way to Satan's lair.

I hope.

Who cares?

(upbeat music) I say that all in jest.

Really I hope they're all okay.

But hey, ho-hey, oh yeah, it's just another day.

I love that album.

That's where Deontay Wilder comes from.

Give them a round of applause for your next champion.

He fought real well, but he could not beat Tyson Fury.

(upbeat music) (audience clapping) ♪ Burn your city ♪ ♪ We've got one of those back home ♪ ♪ It's the place ♪ ♪ They've got a football team ♪ ♪ In fact they've got like three ♪ ♪ They're okay ♪ ♪ You should be ♪ ♪ You told ♪ ♪ That's what's going on ♪ ♪ Every day from now ♪ ♪ But here we are ♪ ♪ Standing on stage ♪ ♪ God bless, those Orange Tree Boys ♪ ♪ Honey, I've got better things ♪ ♪ Honey, that's a place I'd like to drink ♪ ♪ Honey, that's what bird's need ♪ ♪ Honey, that's what birds want ♪ ♪ But no, I'm talking about the best ♪ ♪ Although they might prefer to ♪ ♪ I'm talking about the animal ♪ ♪ Where's my mind gone ♪ ♪ Stop borrowing things ♪ ♪ Behave ♪ ♪ Your own way out ♪ ♪ Hit that now ♪ ♪ Yesterday ♪ ♪ This new town ♪ ♪ This new sound ♪ ♪ This new ground ♪ ♪ And in my sleep ♪ ♪ Up high ♪ ♪ While with you ♪ ♪ Take flight ♪ ♪ Don't sit right ♪ ♪ Up here ♪ ♪ Up here ♪ ♪ Up here ♪ ♪ Here ♪ ♪ Three encores of Oh Sonny Boy ♪ ♪ Backed only by accordion ♪ ♪ Three rows of pale brunettes protect him from the crowd ♪ ♪ And the curtain is a patchwork of imitation vermillion ♪ ♪ And a red bulb hangs over the throne that has been found ♪ (audience cheering) (upbeat music) (blows trumpet) ♪ When John Fifty comes to town ♪ ♪ Yes, this is the scene on Main Street ♪ ♪ Crowds of every age, creed and gender are abound ♪ ♪ Signor kitsch sings skits detailing each attendees sins ♪ ♪ The first time anteaters lose themselves in the wings ♪ ♪ With vigor they scratch red spots ♪ ♪ Overwhelmed by their king ♪ ♪ In all the world ♪ ♪ There no escape from this infernal din ♪ ♪ In all the world ♪ ♪ There's no escape from this infernal din ♪ ♪ Children of Bethlehem, come all boys and girls ♪ ♪ Come listen to these, my eternal words ♪ ♪ Judge not who you see by whatever they may say ♪ ♪ But by their round eyes, lips, ears and curves ♪ ♪ A man is his country, your country is you ♪ ♪ All bad is forewarned, all good will come true ♪ ♪ Only a party on all the way down the street ♪ - I'm starting to feeling like Grandma.

I'm grandad.

(rock music) (crowd cheer) (rock music) ♪ When lost in wild rain there is nothing you can do ♪ ♪ When lost in city rain there is something you can do ♪ ♪ To take refuge wherever's marked Admission free ♪ ♪ As we did one night in late '63 ♪ ♪ I never heard of the man on the poster before ♪ ♪ But my friend said he was a big star before the war ♪ ♪ The boy behind the door ♪ ♪ Louder than a bomb ♪ ♪ All the way down the street ♪ ♪ You heard his song ♪ ♪ Blow it up, blow it up ♪ ♪ Tonight is the night ♪ ♪ The funeral of Freddy Fürst live on stage ♪ ♪ Blow it up, blow it up ♪ ♪ For the thrill of a lifetime ♪ ♪ Doors open at quarter to 8 ♪ ♪ Satin upholstery that was once brilliant ♪ ♪ We then look around ♪ ♪ There were duchesses and dukes ♪ ♪ And beggars and pimps ♪ ♪ All sat side-by-side to watch this last grasp of life ♪ ♪ The grand centerpiece was a gold and green sarcophagus ♪ ♪ Sat either side by oil paint pictures of the man ♪ ♪ First of all, a film to explain his lifelong dream ♪ ♪ Afterwards, music started and a young ♪ ♪ With operatic screams ♪ (rock music) ♪ Three hours went by and 65 wives who told, through opera ♪ ♪ Of his magnificent life ♪ ♪ They sang of his exploits all over the world ♪ ♪ His likes and dislikes and his unfathomable worth ♪ ♪ And after a last crescendo where they all cried as one ♪ ♪ They hearkened me off, but the music played on ♪ ♪ From within the sarcophagus rose a spot-lit ♪ ♪ Withered hand ♪ ♪ Mister Fürst emerged, into the racing beat he danced ♪ (rock music) ♪ With the biology of a newborn chimp ♪ ♪ He span and he span and he span and he span ♪ ♪ Hopelessly wrinkled and by no means dim ♪ ♪ He soon became dizzy, as he regained his composure ♪ ♪ And he started to sing ♪ ♪ Thank you for listening ♪ ♪ I won't be too long ♪ ♪ Just 27 questions to finish this song ♪ ♪ One, two, three ♪ ♪ Does there exist a marriage ♪ ♪ That can't survive castration ♪ ♪ A future where our men can go a year without hydration ♪ ♪ Is grass ever greener ♪ ♪ Is the will really free ♪ ♪ Is it only black you see when you join the deceased ♪ ♪ Will I forever be a mediocrity ♪ ♪ A hideous God with trembling knees ♪ ♪ In death will I see the girls of daydreams ♪ ♪ Intangibly dressed, invisibly seamed ♪ ♪ Will the sun burn out ♪ ♪ Will my corpse grow a beard ♪ ♪ Will my house be kept and my sperm be reared ♪ ♪ Well I shall have a big tongue, a posthumous face ♪ ♪ Will they buy the home, or go to waste ♪ ♪ In Heaven, do the morals of the Earth still stand ♪ ♪ Or can I bridge the gaps betwixt beast and man ♪ ♪ Is there such a thing as a universal truth ♪ ♪ And a lost secret to eternal youth ♪ ♪ Do nuns fornicate and do the scientists pray ♪ ♪ Is a sin committed every second of every day ♪ ♪ That's not quite 27 but my chest feels awful tight ♪ ♪ So thank you for listening ♪ ♪ Good night, good night, good night ♪ ♪ Freddy Fürst blew up to the size of a hot air balloon ♪ ♪ What is all hellfire and they yell of Satan's Siren ♪ ♪ And he wheezed and moaned in pain as he rose ♪ ♪ While we all just laughed at the sad, old oaf ♪ ♪ And laughed all the way home ♪ (rock music playing) (whistle blowing) - Playtime's over.

(rock music) ♪ Time ♪ ♪ winding down ♪ ♪ Slowly, slowly ♪ ♪ One more try ♪ ♪ I'm almost on my way ♪ ♪ Cracking, snapping, little footsteps ♪ ♪ Beaks almost break ♪ ♪ Slowly ♪ ♪ Slowly ♪ ♪ Searching ♪ ♪ Still searching ♪ ♪ Slowly it dies ♪ ♪ Slowly it crumbles right under my eyes ♪ ♪ And it takes so long ♪ ♪ And I wonder ♪ ♪ Just how long it took ♪ ♪ To get there, to get there ♪ ♪ To find a tune ♪ ♪ So long ♪ ♪ How much longer ♪ ♪ Any day ♪ ♪ How much further must I wake ♪ ♪ I guess I'll wait ♪ ♪ I guess I'll wait ♪ ♪ I guess I'll wait ♪ ♪ Slowly falls, slowly dies ♪ ♪ Slowly it crumbles right under my eyes ♪ ♪ Slowly, slowly, steady, steady ♪ ♪ Steady, slowly, slowly, slowly ♪ ♪ Stood up, shot ♪ ♪ Between the eyes ♪ ♪ So just consolation ♪ ♪ Slowly, slowly ♪ ♪ Slowly, slowly ♪ ♪ Slowly, slowly ♪ ♪ Slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly ♪ - Kads Amil on the saxophone.

Shaq on the keyboards.

Slim Simpson on the drums.

The Machine on the bass.

John Nicholson on the guitar.

(audience applauds)