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