This all started at a party.
The exposition is started at a party just like tonight.
Not a formal with neckties and wine,
our bottles came in bags with colt 45 inside.
So bottom rung, we had to live hard
to ensure that the living got done...
and it got done ya it got done.

Give me one more shot.
And the crowd wants one more song.

And there was all the usual crowd,
sloshed and ranting that the music
just wasn't quite loud enough.
The piano man was me, my lady,
and my best friend Foyle makes it three;
he's been shopping my disk around,
and every suit he met said
he could take this show downtown.

Give me one more shot.
But the suits want one more song.

My heart beats for stage lights and crowd screams
and dreams that on stage one day it might be me.
My heart must be where these dreams reside,
my minds a mess of excess, no chance anything up there survived.

So I'll drink tequila tonight
and chase my dreams in the morning.
I'm just taking my time
and taking the crowd's advice.

Drain your drink but god damn don't drop that beat.