Living off the friends we made Never ever getting paid Kicking ass and paying dues Lose our mind in self abuse Loving ladies by the score Waking up and wanting more I hope my Mama understands When I strike up the band Well I spit out my anger as the sweat do fly Fifteen years of paying dues just to get me by Now the barkeeps would pay us by the crowds we bring But those son-of-bitches never paid us one damn thing And my poor Daddy, he just don't understand It's balls out tonight, watch the shit hit the fan When we strike up the band Now those drop dead ladies line the very first row I do believe I'd like to spend some time after the show Now them years gone by, the barkeeps pay in cash And them lovely ladies feed me an earful of trash And my old lady, she just don't understand Why those floozies got their hands on her man And my poor Daddy, he still don't understand Why it's balls out tonight watch the shit hit the fan Give it all that we can, we don't give a good damn When we strike up the band Living like a gypsy, An air conditioned hippie Who's never seen the light of day Rode dog and cowboy Don't know how, boy I ever lived this long this way, no, no, said And my poor Daddy, he still don't understand Why it's balls out tonight watch the shit hit the fan Give it all that we can, we don't give a good damn When we strike up the band

Strike Up the Band Tony Bennett Written by George and Ira Gershwin From his "Strike Up the Band" LP with Count Basie: Roulette 25231 This version did not chart but In 1930, two versions did chart: Red Nichols and His Five Pennies at # 7 and the Arden-Ohman Orchestra at # 12 Title song from the Broadway musical Let the drums roll out Let the trumpet call While the people shout "Strike up the band" Hear the cymbals ring Callin' one and all To the martial swing, strike up the band There is work to be done, to be done Let's have fun, fun, fun You son of a gun of a gun, take your stand Form a line, oh, oh Come on, let's go Hey, leader, strike up the band! There is work to be done, to be done Let's have fun, fun, fun Come on, son of a gun of a gun, take your stand Form a line, oh, oh Come on, let's go Hey, Mr. Leader, Hey, Mr. Leader, Please strike up the band

Ev'ry honeybee fills with jealousy When they see you out with me I don't blame them goodness knows Honeysuckle rose When you're passin' by flowers drop and sigh And I know the reason why You're much sweeter goodness knows Honeysuckle rose Don't buy sugar you just have to touch my cup You're my sugar it's so sweet when you stir it up When I'm taking sips from your tasty lips Seems the honey fairly drips You're confection goodness knows Honeysuckle rose. Don't buy sugar you just have to touch my cup You're my sugar it's so sweet when you stir it up When I'm taking sips from your tasty lips Seems the honey fairly drips You're confection goodness knows Honeysuckle rose I said you're confection goodness knows Honeysuckle rose

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