I stepped outside the backstage door to breathe some nicotine
And maybe check my mailbox
See if I can read the screen
Then I heard a click, the stage door lock
I knew just what that meant
I'm gonna have to walk around the block
If I wanna get it in

Wristband, my man, you've got to have a wristband
If you don't have a wristband, my man
You don't get through the door
Wristband, my man, you've got to have a wristband
And if you don't have a wristband, my man
You don't get through the door

I can explain it
I don't know why my heart beats like a fist
When I meet some dude with an attitude saying
"Hey, you can't do that, or this"
And the man was large, a well-dressed six-foot-eight
And he's acting like Saint Peter standing guard at the pearly

Wristband, my man
You've got to have a wristband
That you don't have a wristband
You don't get through the door
And I said wristband?
I don't need a wristband
My axe is on the bandstand, my band is on the floor

I mean it's just

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The riots started slowly
With the homeless and the lowly
Then they spread into the heartland towns
That never get a wristband
Kids that can't afford the cool brand
Whose anger is a short-hand
For you'll never get a wristband
And if you don't have a wristband
Then you can't get through the door
No you can't get through the door (wristband)
No you can't get through the door (wristband)
Say you can't get through the door, no (wristband)
(Wristband) Writer/s: PAUL SIMON
Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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