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The ULTIMATE song about refusing to sell out, sold out to hawk boneless buffalo wings, chicken wraps, and salads. I can hear Rick spinning in his grave. The worst part is that they also change the lyrics...so that they're about salads.
:grr:
I went to a garden party to reminisce with my old friends A chance to share old memories and play our songs again When I got to the garden party, they all knew my name No one recognized me, I didn't look the same
CHORUS But it's all right now, I learned my lesson well. You see, ya can't please everyone, so ya got to please yourself
People came from miles around, everyone was there Yoko brought her walrus, there was magic in the air 'n' over in the corner, much to my surprise Mr. Hughes hid in Dylan's shoes wearing his disguise
CHORUS
lott-in-dah-dah-dah, lot-in-dah-dah-dah
Played them all the old songs, thought that's why they came No one heard the music, we didn't look the same I said hello to "Mary Lou", she belongs to me When I sang a song about a honky-tonk, it was time to leave
CHORUS
lot-dah-dah-dah (lot-dah-dah-dah) lot-in-dah-dah-dah
Someone opened up a closet door and out stepped Johnny B. Goode Playing guitar like a-ringin' a bell and lookin' like he should If you gotta play at garden parties, I wish you a lotta luck But if memories were all I sang, I rather drive a truck
CHORUS
lot-dah-dah-dah (lot-dah-dah-dah) lot-in-dah-dah-dah
'n' it's all right now, learned my lesson well You see, ya can't please everyone, so you got to please yourself
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