The lights are on, the sound-check done
On stage, they've just begun
The drummer beats, guitars a-wail
CDs and T-shirts are on sale
Big Bottom's what they play
As screaming crowds, they stay away
Stonehenge descends, down from the sky
But it's just eight-een inches high

Whoa, you like to think that the music is tough, oh yeah
You know it's true to say that no one else is loud enough
When it goes up to eleven, you've been sniffing the glove

Spinal Tap - that's who we are:
Nigel Tufnel - lead guitar
Derek Smalls is there on bass
Dave St. Hubbins' vocal grace, fills the place
And drummer Mi-i-ck
Who isn't even feeling sick
(Like Stumpy Joe, who tasted vomit
And then he died, by choking on it)

Whoa, the fans ain't screaming as they're strutting their stuff, oh yeah
Pretty obvious that these guys have had enough
You know that this is Spinal Tap, and you've been sniffin' the glove

This is Spinal Tap, you've been sniffin' the glove
This is Spinal Tap, you've been sniffin' the glove
This is Spinal Tap, you've been sniffin' the glove
This is Spinal Tap, you've been sniffin' the glove
This is Spinal Tap, you've been sniffin' the glove

* * *

The tour is off, they're going home
Nigel's gone off on his own
He didn't like his geetar solo
Mixed with air traffic control-o

Whoa, the lead guitarist going off in a huff, oh yeah
It's closer to the truth to say it just sounds like guff
You know that this is Spinal Tap, and you've been sniffin' the glove

This is Spinal Tap, you've been sniffin' the glove
This is Spinal Tap, you've been sniffin' the glove
This is Spinal Tap, you've been sniffin' the glove
This is Spinal Tap, you've been sniffin' the glove
This is Spinal Tap, you've been sniffin' the glove