Its nine O'clock on a saturday
The regular Crowd shuffles in
There's an English boy sitting next to me.
Making love to the guns on his shins.
He says "Pop can you play me a memory?
I'm not really sure how it goes
But it's sad and it's sweet an I new it complete
When I wore a better friends clothes "
[Chorus]
Sing us a song, you're the piano dad!
Sing us a song tonight!
Well we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feeling alive!
John at the bar is a son of mine
he gets me my drinks for free
Though he's quick with a joke or a light of your smoke
There's someplace that he'd rather be
He says "Dad I believe this is killing me!"
As a smile ran away from his buck-toothed face
"I'm sure that I could be the wind waker
If I could get out of this place"
[Chorus]
Dirk is a yaoi fic novelist
Which explains his lack of a wife
And he's talking with Dave who still says he's not brave
And probably won't be for life
And the Felt ganging up on the Alpha Kids
As the Midnight Crew slowly gets stoned
Yes, they're sharing a drink they call " homicide"
But it's better than drinking alone
[Instrumental]
Its a pretty good crowd for a saturday
And misses paint gives me a smile
Cause She knows that it's me they've even coming to see
To forget about sburb for a while
And the piano sounds like a carnival
And the microphone smells like Lalondes
And they sit at the bar putting bucks in my hat
And say "hey, didn't you die last act?"
[Chorus]
*whispers I'm sorry I'm not a singer and I don't know how to record ("^~^)*