I was writing a little song
but all I did, it all went wrong
the rhyme was cheap, the chords were false
as if I wrote a second hand waltz
My six string did his best, but man
he sounded like a petrol can
and all I tried, it stayed a mess
the rhythm sucked and I got stress
Then my baby knocked on the door and said
what’s that noise, I’m shaking in my bed
I think it’s coming from the basement
what are you hiding, is that a bass man?
Oh yeah, I replied, how could I forget
yesterday the bass man asked for a bed
I showed him a place to stay for the night
but baby now this works out all right!
So my baby called and I shouted too
and the player came and we became a crew
and as he played his riff the song went right
and we played and played until midnight.
(c) Geurt Franzen/2013