Lyrics:
mama see me
on the T.V.
Yes, I'm going on my first gig.
Yes, I'm going on my first gig.
Yes, I'm going on my first gig.
Oh mama, mama see me,
into yesterday's news
I was ready to quit
But then we went to Croydon
Do you remember the Saturday gigs
We do, we do
Do you remember the Saturday
FZ: Ok? Now if you still want to get your name in magazines he wants five hundred dollars a month!
JCB: Where does it come from? We worked one gig
Another town another gig
Again we will explode
Hotel rooms and motorways
Life out here is raw
But we will never stop we will never quit 'cause we are
My Brains
Get Outta Jail.. Get Outta Jail
Give Me One More Gig To Satisfy
One More Gig Before I Die
Get Outta Jail, I Don't Need No Bail
Give Me One
since this gig began
My baby grand's
Been good to me
bands
We had started out to make it big
You should have seen our first gig
I was eleven
I was eleven.
Now there was all of us at school
And we
could help me on my way and get rich too
There was talk about after high school
I would get a job
Gig at night and she would go to some
Community
Fly, won't you fly?
It comes overreaching
It's that whirly gig
It's also for jack
Whoever comes clean or a hullabaloo
For whip-stitching
dreary one night stand
But baby grand
Is coming home with me
Ever since this gig began
My baby grands
Been good to me
(If the guitar stinks, it's 'cause my, uh, fingers are falling off)
Highway boys on the road tonight
Got a gig out here in Denver
Finally found
Come on bring up the curtain and let the play being
We are actors and here's our gig
Life's a stage where it takes your best to win
So give it
too
Watch out, Lester
Take it, Lou
Join the monks
The C.I.O
Tell 'em all that Tiny Montgomery says hello
Now, grease that gig and play it plain
Tell
grease that gig and play it plain
Tell 'em to go on out and gas that dog
Trick on in
Flour that smoke
Take it on down
And get it to grow
Now play
gig and play it blank
Gonna go on out and gas that dog
Trick on in flower that small
Take it on down begin to grow
Now play it at low and pick it
the joint be jumpin' when the band be pumpin'
And you know they play a crazy gig
Well, you ain't been living 'til you've seen the living end
Top Jimmy
the joint be jumpin' when the band be pumpin'
And you know they play a crazy gig
Well, you ain't been living 'til you've seen the living end
Top Jimmy
Tune Up
Tune up in this bitch finna gig in this how
I got the water like bath tub
the gig
You haven't been repaid
Now these two, treat them well
Upon themselves, showed up again
Now you sir, give up the gig
You haven't been repaid
my first gig in a rock-n-roll band
Berneice, sweet Berneice
Get a real job let the guitar go
There ain't no future in this rock-n-roll
So go for
It’s my private gig
(Play sweat slay celebrate) It’s my private gig
(Play sweat slay celebrate) (Yeah it’s my private gig)
It’s my private gig
It’s my
Bang on the floor
Gross in the trunk
Lights fire once
Twice on the funk
Sheela na gig
Spurting her spunk
Already hunched
Hunky punks
Bang
a roadie B.B. Class Road
I get them to the gig on time it's not so hard to do
They only way to break a crime speeding is the thing to do
Well I'm a roadie
on a trip but
How the fuck is you in love?
Nigga use the tricks
You know she finish gig is up
Oh, man, you niggas stuck
Ain't fucking with us but with they
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