All stand back, let the people see

Take a snap of the famous groupies for me

Behold the famous groupies

They are alike as two peas

And where the other goes, the other goes

But though the famous groupies

Are only paid [bad word] 
Nobody knows what the famous groupies know

And nobody goes where the famous groupies go

There was a bango player

Who kept an extra layer

Of dunlopillo mattress in his van

But when the famous groupies

Arived with their twin snoopies

Nobody saw which way the poor boy ran

Nobody does it like a famous groupie can

All stand back, let the people see

Take a snap of the famous groupies for me

There was a lead guitarist

Who lived in epping forest

And all he ever wanted was to blow

When the girls were with him

He never lost his rhythm

And nobody knows what the famous groupies know

Nobody goes where the famous groupies go

There was a classic story

Of a roadic nicknamed rory

Who used to practice voodoo on the side

When the famous twosome

Suggested something [bad word] 
All that they found was a crater two miles wide

Which left the music business absolutely horrified

Ladies and gentlemen, those magnificent examples of

Female pulchritude and luminosity, direct from their

Global perambulations to the very boards of this

Supremely magnificent proscenium arch - ladies and

Gentlemen; I give you famous groupies!