Singing the Blues on Reds

Lyrics

When you move, how your tambourine jangles When you finish your song, you're in tangles As you talk, everyone strains to hear you They're hanging all around the walls for a clear view On the floor, open-mouthed fascination And you stop everyone's hip conversation You get paid far too much, so you tell them But they roar with delight, so you just grin Singing the blues on reds, sleeping in hotel beds Singing the blues on reds, keeping an eye on the Feds Singing the blues on reds, sleeping in hotel beds Singing the blues on reds, keeping an eye on the Feds If they've heard it before, they go apeshit A stoned chick burns her bra to your big hit You shout "Joy to the world" and you wave And you wonder if they're hip to Brother Dave Then you slow it right down with a blueser A blind man sonny howling Methuselah As the guitar roars into his solo They spotlight the bass but it's all dough Singing the blues on reds, sleeping in hotel beds Singing the blues on reds and keeping an eye on the Feds Singing the blues on reds and screwing in hotel beds Singing the blues on reds, keeping an eye on the Feds Blind with sweat, around the bend with emotion You bring the band to a stop with a motion As you rock to and fro, your head's shaking You tell 'em "This one's the last", you ain't faking You rock harder and louder each encore You wave peace to the crowd, then there's no more You sit, dripping backstage, feeling halfdead But you went a storm, man, you made so much bread Singing the blues on reds, sleeping in hotel beds Singing the blues on reds, keeping an eye on the Feds Singing the blues on reds, sleeping in hotel beds Singing the blues on reds, keeping an eye on the Feds, they'll get you Hand me my golden overcoat, give me my key to the city Signal my trained rhinoceros for a quick getaway Excuse me, would you hand me all that money? Stick with me, holy roadie, I'm gonna show you the world