EVERY SATURDAY NIGHT
AKA: Sixty Bucks That I Can Count on
Copyright ©
Susan Werner
Description: Guitar
Why don't you come down here tonight
And tell me why you're leaving
He's not some big improvement over me you know
And yes you hate this joint, you say
Sometimes I hate it too
But there's never any work for a trombone player
And though I went to Berkley nobody gives a damn
And it's sixty bucks that I can count on every Saturday night
Yes it's sixty bucks that I can count on every Saturday night
So what, he's got a regular job
That guy's got one dim bulb upstairs
And I could knock him out with one good right to the jaw
Oh and yes you hate this joint
You say it made me start back up again
After going cold turkey three years ago
But I did that for you
But this gig is my gig
And it's sixty bucks that I can count on every Saturday night
Oh it's sixty bucks that I can count on every Saturday night
Oh I remember you loved me so well
When I was chef at that hotel
I brought you quiche and flowers, kept my horn in the closet
So go right ahead, call him
And don't call me ever again
You were always laced way too tight somewhere
You don't understand music
We've got the club packed to the gills
And I'm gonna tear a solo over ???
We're gonna stand up on the tables, gonna yell and scream my name
And it's sixty bucks that I can count on every Saturday night
Yeah it's sixty bucks that I can count on every Saturday night
[May 1995]