Bus broke down quarter mile out of townSold the radio for an alternatorThank God, now top 40s outWe'll sing ourselves sick, save our talking for later
She was sneaking in the lobby, mooching motel coffeeNo one dared kicking her outShe said, "Hey, where you heading? Ain't got no directionAnywhere's cool but south, yeah, anywhere's cool but south
Now Betty's in the band, and they're calling her the manIn juke joints, rodeos and neon cathedralsDon't hold too tight, that girl was born to flyYeah, Betty's in the band and she's picking up rosesNo brighter light on a Friday nightNo sweeter high than to watch her glide
She got bruises on her legs from the tambourineWon't hide her hard times, she let 'em be seenDon't count on a call or a "miss you" songLike a shooting star, blink and she's gone
Yeah, Betty's in the band and we're filling up standsFrom New Port to New York to Wyo' CheyenneDon't hold too tight, that girl was born to flyYeah, Betty's in the band, and she's picking up rosesNo brighter light on a Friday nightNo sweeter high than to watch her glide
Ooh-oohOoh-oohOoh-oohOoh-ooh
Yeah, Betty's in the band and she's picking up rosesStar of the show and everybody knows itNo brighter light on a Friday nightNo sweeter high than to watch her glide
Ooh-ooh, Betty's in the bandOoh-ooh, Betty's in the bandOoh-ooh, Betty's in the bandOoh-ooh, Betty's in the band
In the band, that was awesome