The Purity of Kweder

In a dark sweaty basement
To clanging bottles of beer
Philadelphia's faithful file into hear

Sonic heat and a backbeat
Piece of their history
A subterranean study in Kwederology

The purity of Kweder
Journeyman supreme
Disheveled poet of South Street
In a barroom dream

He started out at The Tavern
Where he made his name
Even in Lewisburg Prison he could not be tamed
Where would he wake tomorrow?
He could never say
Pandemonium Nighttown stagger in to day

The purity of Kweder
Journeyman supreme
Disheveled poet of South Street
In a barroom dream
The purity of Kweder
Though Kenny was his name
He was every man who ever fed the flame

Not just another new Dylan or a would-be Bruce
Legendary in Secret Kidds, he kept if fast and loose
No whore for Clive Davis without vulgarity
So back in '78 he bought integrity

The purity of Kweder
Journeyman supreme
Disheveled poet of South Street
In a barroom dream
The purity of Kweder
Though Kenny was his name
He was every man who ever fed the flame

The purity of Kweder

Now he's playing a full room
And he won't be late
Mom and Dad in the corner
Where they sat on their first date

Groupie girl with a tongue ring
Now Kenn just might put that to use
'Cause truth, beauty and rock & roll
Require no excuse

The purity of Kweder
Journeyman supreme
Disheveled poet of South Street
In a barroom dream
The purity of Kweder
Though Kenny was his name
Yeah he's every man who ever dared the game

The purity of Kweder
He is every man who ever dared the game
Yeah he's every man who ever fed the flame