SOCIETY BALL (JUST THE BAND)
From: Live at Tin Angel (1993)
Copyright ©
Susan Werner
You got forty doormen waiting at the Waldorf
Front door's fancy as the Taj Mahal
But there's Jimmy and Don and Jack all loading in from the back
We're just the band at the society ball
You got everybody strutting their Armani
Yes and everybody knows what's in for fall
But we're scavenging up the bucks
For a twenty-five-dollar tux
We're just the band at the society ball, mm-hmm
You got old men good and ready for the coffin
With some twig girl of twenty on their arm
Oh, you got women with their faces tight as pup tents
I'd better pack me up my Samsonite and get back to the farm
You got everybody buttoned like the British
And everybody loves old Satin Doll
But we'd rather get roaring drunk
And rip off a little Monk
We're just the band at the society ball
You got everybody playing up their English
And everybody playing down their drawl
But we're just the working brass
From a substantially lower class
And it's some kind of foreign land
When you are looking out from the stand
And you're the band
At the society ball