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Lyrics
Friday night at The Station
about to set up shop
got the drums almost ready when someone yelled
"stop, what do you think you're doin'?"
we said, "gettin' ready to play!"
the soundman gravely shook his head and answered back "no, not today"
that's what he said
I looked at my drummer
and he looked at me
the sound guy said "your booking agent ain't got no authority,
we got a three-band bill, there ain't room for one more."
so we packed our shit correctly
headed directly out the door
right out the door
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it's no big, cause it's just one gig
we were booked, go fig
but it's just one gig
at the front of The Station they did congregate
there were the Bandees, there was Hoeck
they all figured we were playing late
"no, that ain't the story," I had to tell the crew
"we had a failure to communicate, we got a gig snafu"
a big snafu
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the moral of the story is not to come out fightin'
when you book your band in town
you'd better get something in writin'
nothing against The Station or anyone involved
you gotta CYA when you DIY to get your cash flow problem solved
had enough of that thin white bread
that thin white bread that Slim was talkin' bout
that stuff can't hold the jam
can't even stand up in the toaster, it just flop over
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