A feast! At nine!

Oh, but there's so much food
I hope you brought your appetite
Our hunger cannot withstand
The strength of every dish
We'll lick them clean until they're reflective
Why, with every menu you could wish
From every culture and land
You have to try at least a bite
To not do so would be rude!

We've got a thing at nine

I had to work and could not see
The hallowed events held downtown
To...celebrate? Jack Kennedy
And when Lee Harvey shot him down

But let me say, our motives now
Are nothing, if not of the purist
Type of grief. And so we vow
Not to fleece any poor tourist.

I'm sure you know these words are true:
"You can't say Dallas doesn't love you."

Rockin' girls at nine!

Tonight's show has a dearth of cock
We're going to play some girls who rock.

This will make more sense after 8.

We don't know where it's going
We can't imagine where it's been
Pushed along the desert sky
By western blowing winds
We talk about it personally
We feel it all together
I'm so glad we had this time
To talk. And now, the weather!