Giggin'

De Franceschi

 

A full tank of caffeine and the full moon
Are keepin' me up
Bleary and tired, beer in my hand
A couple hours to kill before playin'

My foxy is downsouth probably ballin'
Mr «We are just friends»
I feel like screamin' «This place is a mess
I'm leavin', I'm quittin' and I need some sleepin' »

Soundcheck was fast, one speaker was gone
The other had mushrooms and mold on the cone
Strings are all rusty, cymbals are cracked
P.A. is shorted but the waitress ain't bad

At the second song they ask for a Stones cover
I tell'em I've never heard of them
Tonite I've got so much Blues to spit out
Shut up and soak it, take what I've got

Durin' the break halfway down the bar
I see this big drunkard grabbin' my guitar
I take it from him but he won't put it down
Only thing to do is pay him a round

He talks 'bout his job, how it's so bad
He whines about the girl he has never had
But I ain't no psychiatrist, I ain't no saint
And my break is over, I gotta start again

Landlord's talkin' 'bout taxes
And how much he pays for us to be here
But I know if it wasn't for us poor clowns
The scoundrel wouldn't sell so much beer

He says Music stinks (blah blah blah)
If it doesn't make people dance
And we're gonna get paid by the liquid he hands over
Now I'm too tired to be sober («Hey, why don't you play covers?»)

How about those ones who ask for discounts
At the end of the gig when they take off the wig
For their own good you're happy to starve
When they make a killing from the music you carve

They moan about this, they cry about that
Pull up those strings as you were a puppet
I say «Brothers in arms, don't let 'em fool you
Let's do it like the fat guy in Full Metal Jacket!»
At the end of the night you're ready to pack
And they want you to pay for the beer that you've got
Cheatin' and lyin', make you feel like they're dyin'
When they drive a truck which is worth your flat

I tell you what, I'd use a wad of dirty cash
To shut their rotten mouth
Jump and shout, dance about
And then I'd keep on playin' til the morning broke out!

At 3 in the morning I've loaded my car
4 hours drivin', seen the sun risin'
Slept the whole morning the following day
Now hurry up, packin', tonite I gotta play!



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