Rin-Tin-Tin, or Anne Boleyn?

So I dreamed last night that Blues Traveler was in town and I was helping them set up for a performance in some little-bitty community-center kind of venue. For some reason, just as the show was getting started, John Popper had to do something in another room, and he told me to go ahead and start it off! So the guys in the band were playing and I was on stage, microphone in hand, and I couldn't keep up at all - I didn't know the lyrics well enough to sing, without having them printed in front of me. I couldn't even fake it - it was awful!