Topic: Amateur hour
My friend is a semi - professional musician who used to play every weekend at various pubs around our neighbourhood. I had this idea for a poem / song after a customer tried to hijack the stage one evening.
The Manager told this customer that he can " have a go " with whatever equipment he wanted to play.
Another Friday night that I do my thing
My Ovation and I, together we sing
Dylan and Diamond, Beatles and Stones
We draw the line at the effing Deftones
We play them all, whatever you choose
us two on stage, watching you booze
As you shake off those tensions
and the work you dont mention
So you know A7 and are proud of your G
and you play E minor way better than me
Demand to do a song or three
Try grab my baby, dethrone me
So I pack my things, prepare to go
Management shout that line I wont toe
Im tired now and dont need a fight
Im told the customer is always right.