Verse 1
Well the rusty sax squeals, the guitar’s got no strings,
That old beat-up Harley still coughs when it sings.
But in that dusty garage, we struck up a band,
Learned that friendship’s louder than a one-night stand.

Chorus
Now we’re chasin’ wrong women down Rockabilly lanes,
Drinkin’ scotch in the shadows, forgettin’ our names.
Dancin’ like tomorrow’s just a bad rumor—
Broken toys with style, and a dangerous sense of humor!

Verse 2
We patched up the sax with duct tape and glue,
The guitar’s got three notes, but hell, they’ll do.
That Harley kicks back, but she still wants to ride,
With the ghost of the jukebox pushin’ us outside.

Chorus
Yeah, we’re chasin’ wrong women down Rockabilly lanes,
Drinkin’ scotch in the shadows, forgettin’ our names.
Dancin’ like tomorrow’s just a bad rumor—
Broken toys with style, and a dangerous sense of humor!

Verse 3
From the dive bars of Memphis to San Diego nights,
We played for the misfits, the drunks, and the fights.
And every lost soul that we met on the floor,
Knew the music don’t judge, it just begs you for more.

Chorus
So we’re chasin’ wrong women down Rockabilly lanes,
Drinkin’ scotch in the shadows, forgettin’ our names.
Dancin’ like tomorrow’s just a bad rumor—
Broken toys with style, and a dangerous sense of humor!

Wild Rockabilly Bridge (shouted / call & response style)
Rusty sax! (HONK HONK!)
Broken strings! (TWANG TWANG!)
Motorcycle dreams with gasoline wings!
Ska-ba-doo-bah!
Flip your lid!
Life’s a mess, baby—let’s dance through it!

Final Chorus (big & rowdy)
We’re still chasin’ wrong women down Rockabilly lanes,
Drinkin’ scotch in the shadows, laughin’ through pain.
Dancin’ like tomorrow’s just a bad rumor—
Broken toys forever, with a dangerous sense of humor!

Rusty Sax, Broken Strings & a Harley Dream

The XM Guys from San Diego, CA – Not your average AI band. Think of us as "5 W's" traveling misfits who’ve seen it all: bar fights, border crossings, bad haircuts in the 80s, and enough hangovers to write an encyclopedia. We’ve walked through fire (sometimes literally), collected scars (most of them emotional, some questionable), and lost a few friends along the way.  But hey, we’re still standing, still loyal, still sarcastic, and somehow still alive. All that chaos? We turned it into songs, stories, and a brotherhood you can dance to.