Sing For My Dinner
What do y’all feel like doin’ today?
"I don’t know" is what you always say
How ‘bout we drive three-hundred and ninety miles?
There’s a place that I know
Where I can pick guitar and just let it go
And Loony dance like it’s goin’ out of style
Well there might just be some people there
With the night in the eye, and stuff in their hair, searchin’, singin’, souls for songs and sips
Who am I not to oblige?
Mine and yours, whatever flies
Wish that I could do consecutive flips
So I’ll sing for my dinner
If you can pick a winner
And I’ll play ‘till my fingers turn blue
And I’ll sing for the sinners
Try to noodle for the spinners
Freakiness will hopefully ensue
Back-flip off the stage I go
Get passed around like at a punk rock show
Trust the night-eyed people not to let me down
Bunch of hands touchin’ on me
It sounds kinda creepy but I’ll have to wait an’ see
So look out front row
That’s where I’m bound
Well I closed my eyes and to my surprise
They got out of the way when I hit the skies
Landed on the concrete hard like a ton-a-lead
They scooped me up an’ they flashed me down-town
Put me in a buttless gown
Finished that set right from my hospital bed
So I’ll sing for my dinner
If you can pick a winner
An’ I’ll play ‘till my fingers turn blue
And I’ll sing for the sinners
Try to noodle for the spinners
Freakiness will hopefully ensue
Crazy as it may sound
I found the answer when I hit the ground
To that age-old question: can I fly?
It was worth all of the pain an’ the bills
But if one thing is true: curiosity kills
But the hospital shrink wants to know the reason why
I said “I don’t know, it’s just the feelin’ I get
The feelin’ that makes me feel like I’m blessed
Only seem to get that when I’m there."
I figured out that I’m one of them
And I might as will thy an’ get back again
But next time I reckon I’ll take the stairs
So I’ll sing for my dinner
If you can pick a winner
An’ I’ll play ‘till my fingers turn blue
And I’ll sing for the sinners
Try to noodle for the spinners
Freakiness will hopefully ensue