In a little town in Idaho

Way back in '61

A man was fryin' burgers

Gee it seemed like lots of fun

But to his friend the bun boy

He confessed his misery

"I'd think I'd like to start a group

So come along with me"

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The band soon started boomin'

They were raking in the coin

They found a few musicians

And persuaded them to join

And Paul Revere decided

Since they had such new found fame

We need a fancy title

And the Raiders they became

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Across the nation

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Soon packed up for Hollywood

To reap their fortunes there

The streets aren't really paved with gold

And you can't live on air

And then d**k Clark approached them

Said "I know a thing or two

I'll put you on a TV show

And make big stars of you "

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Across the nation

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For your congregations

Now things are going groovy

And we really can't complain

Though the pace of rock and rolling

Nearly drives us all insane

And everybody's pushing

Saying "Give it all you can "

Come to think of it

Our business manager's our biggest fan

And all you stations

Across the nation

Please play our records

For your congregations