Spit

Lyrics

One, two, three, four Don't watch the band baby watch your feet You look at us and you might miss the beat Way at the bar they got nothing to do If all the customers are watching you Don't be visual Just play Be a robot, baby Pick up your pay You hired another band that's just a little weird Mr. Big is worried over not selling beer Pleasing customers is not your show Getting the money is all you know Don't be visual, baby Just play Be a robot, baby Pick up your pay You want a band that's a total bore You never care how fun we are We don't care if you don't ask us back People won't hear us is the only drag Don't be visual, baby Just play Be a robot, baby Pick up your pay Well all right! Yeah ladies and gentlemen, this song's a little story that's true to every musician's heart. A lot of club owners don't care how good a band is. All they want is for people to keep going to their bar, buying those cheap, weak mixed drinks and that generic beer. Well, we're just gonna keep acting crazy and giving the customers a little bit of what is fun and what is happy in their lives. Isn't that what rock n roll and grooving is all about? You know what I'm talking about, don't you? Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Ready? One, two, three, four! Don't watch the band baby watch your feet You look at us and you might miss the beat Way at the bar they got nothing to do If all the customers are watching you Don't be visual, baby Just play Be a robot, baby Pick up your pay Pick up your pay Pick up your pay Pick up your pay Pick up your pay