Bruce Hornsby

B. r. hornsby
The scene is set, everybodys in place
Two chairs filled for every five gone to waste
Pantsuit girl gives me a nasty gaze
She says play that on your own time
Walk to the bandstand blow my horn
Nobody knows what were really here for
Lets take it out hard till they show us the door
Its us against them tonight
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Take it out hard till they show us the door
A girl with a nose ring said to me
She said wheres the joy in your delivery
I said maybe theres not supposed to be
Any real joy at all here
She sat there with that plaster smile
As we sit jiving but in a little while
Holding her hair she joined the single file
And walked on down the hall
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