Moby Gig

Moby Gig

well, once I had a gig at the Bayshore Saloon

guzzling pitchers in the smoke and trying to stay in tune

(chorus)  that bar was near the ocean on a cool night in July

the moon was on the water and a whale went swimming by

there was a wobbly ceiling fan, I wondered “would it fall?”

I was twenty-four, there was a swordfish on the wall

(repeat chorus)

some of my friends even showed up after checking with the TV Guide

Marty made his usual request, he hollered “hey play outside”

(repeat chorus)

a guy with a harmonica said that he wanted to jam

he’d written an instrumental called ‘Crammin’ For My Exams’

(repeat chorus)

the bartender gave me forty bucks, he looked sorta like Randy Quaid

I used to always play my songs for nothing, it was the first time I ever got paid

(repeat chorus)

copyright – G.A. Miller

demented photo of Russ Martin and his fans was stolen from Facebook.

 

 

 

Your Legs (take two)

Your Legs (take two)

you were standing by the closet / to work you had to go

I was lying there looking at you / and then, well, you know

baby baby I like your legs / honey I like your legs

don’t get me wrong, I like all of you / but, come on, show me those legs

your legs are long as War and Peace / long as the Amazon

they’re an extra-inning baseball game / that goes on ’til dawn

baby baby I like your legs / honey I like your legs

don’t get me wrong, I like all of you / but, come on, show me those legs

that’s you over there wearing cut-offs / out at the barbecue

that’s me over there flipping some burgers / grinning away at you

baby baby I like your legs / honey I like your legs

don’t get me wrong, I like all of you / but, come on, show me those legs

baby baby I like your legs / honey I like your legs

I like your smile and your sleepy eyes too / but, come on, show me those legs

copyright – G.A. Miller