I don't know why they come here I'm only glad they do They're gonna pay the bills for me and you People out for an evening They have a real good time But when I play I feel just like I'm miming I made a stand for the music To turn the page with ease I got the smile that says I'm here to please Me and the bass guitarist Have even shined our shoes The drummer's shoes are dirty to confuse
I guess someday my kids will ask me 'bout the old days I guess that I'll tell them that there ain't much to tell The waiters wore black dinner jackets and all that kind of thing And the band wore blue shirts And the music played on
Then at the end of the evening They throw the suckers out Don't get me wrong, I got no beef about it I get my rates from the union I get my shirts real cheap I get my money Get home Get some sleep
I guess someday my kids will ask me 'bout the old days I guess that I'll tell them that there ain't much to tell The waiters wore black dinner jackets and all that kind of thing And the band wore blue shirts And the music played on
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