Lyrics:
and fussy, but so faithful, poor and devoted, real and true
She's not the type to be forsaken and I see much of her in you
While on a gig up in Toronto during
heard some corny birds who who tried to sing
Skat:
Still a cat's the only cat who knows how to swing
Bass:
Who wants to dig a long haired gig or stuff
the joint be jumpin' when the band be pumpin'
And you know they play a crazy gig
Well, you ain't been living 'til you've seen the living end
Top Jimmy
the road
Another town, another gig
Again we will explode
Hotel rooms and motorways
Life out here is raw
But we will never stop we will never quit
grease that gig and play it plain
Tell 'em to go on out and gas that dog
Trick on in
Flour that smoke
Take it on down
And get it to grow
Now play
Another town another gig
Again we will explode
Hotel rooms and motorways
Life out here is raw
But we will never stop we will never quit 'cause we are
gig and play it blank
Gonna go on out and gas that dog
Trick on in flower that small
Take it on down begin to grow
Now play it at low and pick it
Another town another gig
Again we will explode
Hotel rooms and motorways
Life out here is raw
But we will never stop we will never quit 'cause we are
Mama to the gig tomorrow night, oh baby
gig you ever see!
Chicks and ducks and geese better scurry
When I take you out in the surrey,
When I take you out in the surrey with the fringe
the joint be jumpin' when the band be pumpin'
And you know they play a crazy gig
Well, you ain't been living 'til you've seen the living end
Top Jimmy
grow
Like the little wooden boy named Pinocchio
And you all know how the story goes
Tricks are for kids he plays much gigs
He's the big bad wolf
know what to do with my time, with myself
Without you, baby
Hmm, guess what
I know this will knock you dead but
I even went out and got a gig
Oh,
too
Watch out, Lester
Take it, Lou
Join the monks
The C.I.O
Tell 'em all that Tiny Montgomery says hello
Now, grease that gig and play it plain
Tell
grow
Like the little wooden boy named Pinocchio
And you all know how the story goes
Tricks are for kids he plays much gigs
He's the big bad wolf
roads
Live your mistakes and make up your own breaks
They traveled this country from L.A to Maine
Seattle and back to Key West
Through hundreds of gigs
heh-heh-heh-heh-heh, goodbye
How well those cats remember their first Birdland gig
To play in Birdland is an honor we still dig
Yeah, that club was like in another
That's Rambo's gig
Rambo is ready to ramble 'n itchin' t'split
Oh yeah, he'll start packin' 'n quit it
Forget it! 'Cause he's done with it
That's
me?
Age eighteen, I'm strugglin', just to survive
But got a gig workin' for change at 97.5
Now I'm rapping on the radio, increasing their numbers
Still
dreary one night stand
But baby grand
Is coming home with me
Ever since this gig began
My baby grands
Been good to me
from a, from a gig
And I saw you standing on the street
Just let me move on up here to this windowsill a little bit, here
Yeah, I got some sherry
A drop
gig you ever see!
Chicks and ducks and geese better scurry
When I take you out in the surrey,
When I take you out in the surrey with the fringe
to run too scared to fight
And too proud to admit it at the time
So I got me some gigs on Saturday night not much more than orchestrated fights
I?d come
In downtown Modesto, I was workin' the Holiday Inn
I would stick with a gig that would last us throughout the weekend
I was singing a new song I'd
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