I think you've got the wrong band, we don't play that song.
I guess I better cover last Thursday, eh? How come I only have these entries Monday through Thursday? Most Fridays I’m driving and listening to the radio.
Max Webster (and indeed pretty much anything released by Kim Mitchell ever since) is one of those marvelously wonderful mysteries of life where some silly, practically nonsensical lyrics overlaid on a solid wall of blasting, throbbing, thumping sound.
Yeah, just lay down the groove and let the party continue around you. Ignore that whole bit about “..a guy takes yer buns..“ Huh? Oh, “..a guy takes a guy.“ Err.. Look, I don’t care what the lyrics think he says, I know what he actually sang.
Well, YOU figure it out on your own.