Sing For My Dinner

What do y’all feel like doin’ today? “I don’t know” that’s what you always say, How ‘bout we drive 390 miles? There’s this place that I know Where I can play guitar and just let it go Loony dance like it’s goin’ out of style. Will there might just e some people there With the night in the eye, and stuff in their hair, searchin’, singin’, souls for songs an’ sips. Who am I not to oblige? Mine an’ yours, whatever flies, With that I could do consecutive flips. So I’ll sing for my dinner, If you can pick a winner, An’ I’ll play ‘till my fingers turn blue. And I’ll sing for the sinners, Try to noodle for the spinners, Freakiness will hopefully ensue. Back-flip off the stage I go, Get pa*sed around like at a punk rock show, Trust the night-eyed people not to let me down. Bunch of hands touchin’ on me, It sounds kinda creepy but I’ll have to wait an’ see, Look out front row, That’s where I’m bound. Well I closed my eyes an’ to my surprise, They got out of the way when I hit the skies, Landed on the concrete hard like a ton-a-lead. They scooped me up an’ they flashed me down-town, Put me in a buttless gown, Finished that set right from my hospital bed. So I’ll sing for my dinner, If you can pick a winner, An’ I’ll play ‘till my fingers turn blue. And I’ll sing for the sinners, Try to noodle for the spinners, Freakiness will hopefully ensue. Crazy as it may sound, I found the answer when I hit the ground, To that age-old question: can I fly? It was worth all of the pain an’ the bills, But one thing is true: curiosity kills, But the hospital shrink wants to know the reason why. I said “well I don’t know, it’s just the feelin’ I get, The feelin’ that makes me feel like I’m blessed, Only seem to get that when I’m there. I figured out that I’m one of them, And I might as will thy an’ get back again, But next time I reckon I’ll take the stairs