You say Junk Bar, I say I was there at the opening, they served Unicom plums with plums
You say, Junk Bar, I'll never forget the smell of the club in the locker room
As you say, Ronspar, Szasza was waiting for me in front of the bar until my stomach cramps finally went away
You say Wreck Bar, I say Tim 'Ripper' Owens when I wanted to sing Burn In Hell and it didn't work out.
You say Junk Bar, and my photographer friend shows me a video of me getting on all fours with a woman who has not been identified since
You say, Wreckbar, I'll scream a completely different Ignite song into Tommy Head's ear while it plays
You say Junk Bar, I say Duff McKagan, and then I was invited to Crocodile Rock
You say, Junk Bar, and I'm interviewing poor Örs from AWS, while we drink copious amounts of Unicum
You say Wreckbar, Zuli says the next day: Seven, you big idiot, don't you have a painkiller?
You name it, Junk Bar and many Bearfood and Wyrfarkas gigs on stage
You say, O Genk Bar, my book shows the other hand of God
You say Wreck Bar – I say I got a lot
You say, Wreck Bar, I say, thank you all. The crew, assistants, bartenders, etc., nothing could function in this world without them.
I could write a book about the rest. Why not?