Hey, Mr. "Tambourine" Fan, with your tambourine,
Do me a favor, put it away, just stop playing it.
And don't hit people with your tambourine,
All this distracts me and it annoys others a bit.

Hey now man, don't come onto the stage, you can't come here
You've had too much beer
Quit playing it and trying to sing my songs.
Your drunkenness amazes me, I'll call security
Just get away from me
And stop hitting me with your tambourine already.

Hey, Mr. "Tambourine" Fan, with your tambourine,
Security's got you 'til you're sober once more.
And that really is a big relief for me
That you are now behind the security door.

I already sang that song, but he didn't know,
Busy barfing rum and coke.
On tangerines he choked,
And all the pot he smoked,
Yet for me he remembered to hold out a lighter.
I'm ready to go anywhere, away from this place,
A better crowd to face.
Though I'd like to go my way, I promise to finish this concert.

Hey, Mr. "Tambourine" Fan, with your tambourine
You've obviously had much more to drink than I did.
I'm still performing well, you're with security
All because you acted like a crazy little kid.

Though you might hear laughing, joking, talking
Amongst everyone,
It's aimed at just one,
And away you can't run,
You can hear but not see me singing and playing.
And if you hear vague traces of skipping reels of rhyme,
We're having a good time.
Yeah to us you weren't kind,
You are still out of your mind,
Not enjoying it anymore, that's what I'm saying

Hey, Mr. "Tambourine" Fan, with your tambourine
I don't talk much at shows but I mentioned you.
After I said "thank you", band introducing
I joked, laughed and made a whole lot of fun of you.

You're now disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind.
We're still having a good time,
Long past your drunken crime,
You're much worse than a mime.
I'm on the windy stage,
Far from your twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
People are enjoying my music now
With no distractions, see
You can't do that to me
Remember this, and don't you come
To my concert again
'Cause I will recognize you
And get security, because you are no friend.

Hey, Mr. "Tambourine" Fan, with your tambourine
I'll bet you think what you did was really cool
But how do you feel now, not seeing the scene
You are really nothing but a drunken, high fool.