Here's that Pat Donahue parody. Would you like to play the guitar And bring your money home in a jar From a coffee house or a bar Or would you rather get a job A job is the thing that makes you get out of bed And work every day until you're dead Your feet are aching and your brain is numb And you just can't wait until the weekends come But if you don't want to starve or beg or rob You'll probobly have to get a job Or would you like to play the guitar And drive for miles and miles in your car You can pretend that you're a big star Or would you rather book the gigs An agent's the guy that gets his twenty percent What he says ain't exactly what he meant He'll clean you out in ways you never thought 'Cause he's good at business and he knows you're not And he'll sue if you ever make it big 'Cause he's the guy that booked the gig Or would you like to play the guitar For a living (hardy-har-har) I admit it's kind of bizarre But would you rather be the wife The wife is the one who's got to rescue our butts She's either a saint or else she's nuts She gets impatient and she gets annoyed Becuase she's the one who must remain employed By the way if you want to wreck your life Become a guitar player's wife Cause the monkey's aren't all in the zoo They can be trained to play the guitar too Some of them a whole lot better than you But even if you don't go far You could be worse of than you are At least your playing your guitar. "Swingin' on a Star" has always been on my, "songs I need to learn" list. Hearing these lyrics moved it to the top slot. They love it at open mics. dex
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