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i used to have a little band, we were called the old dry bones we were playing one time at a crappy little joint called the rutabaga room about seventeen people in the place one or two of 'em seemed to be listening when people, i had a feeling of impending doom smoke started coming outta the bass player's amp of course there was nothing unusual about that we kept on playing the song, a little number 'bout mental illness then someone ran onstage and stole the drummer's hat i noticed a hole, a hole in the middle of the dance floor i looked up and saw a big crack, a crack across the ceiling then as the drummer tripled the doubletime the waitress grabbed the microphone and started singing "feelings... nothing more than feelings" right about then the door of the place burst open a fellow ran in and screamed: "I got to hear hit the road jack" my bagpipe player said sorry sir, but we don't do requests 'cept for grindcore death metal versions of Burt Bacharach then the owner of the place stepped onto the stage and said "i have an announcement this place is built on a sinkhole and we're going down fast" i saw water and mud a-bubbling up through that hole in the floor my nose flute player said samm, looks like this gig is our last well friends i managed to crawl through the crack and up through the mud, back to solid ground but my band, i'm sorry to say ... they didn't make it you'd think I woulda learned my lesson and gotten outta the music biz but any crummy little gig i can get hey man, i still take it Copyright Samm Bennett - all rights reserved back to Lyrics Table of Contents |
