27 October 2012
Friday at nine
And it's band time
Small local place
Where they're in yer face
It would seem
The barman's not keen
He's a serial whiner
In A minor
Good whining key
None finer
We start
We sing
To everything
Axeman making it cry
Make it weep
Tonight there's no sleep
Bassy thunder
Rolling under
Keeping the beat
With leftie drummer
We very much like
When a kit gets miked
Blur Muse
We blow a fuse
Rosie rocks
Us from our socks
Interlude, then we're
Livin' On A Prayer
Bands and nights
Like this are rare
The obligatory loon
Knows every tune
Sanity dependant
On the phases of the moon
And dances like a buffoon
Hit the pool table light
Five times tonight
While his head's sore
The rocking is raw
Zombie to finish us
Oh it's delicious
See off the beer
We're outta here
Chat with the band
Off to takeaway land
The Four Seasons were right
'Oh, What A Night...'
Hedgehog • Opuss № I