Track 1, Side 1 from VDM's album, "Black Sheep Lodge."
Lyrics
Up on the stage
Under the Lights
8 drunks in the crowd
But we're feeling alright
So crank up the amps
Step on the gas
Only need three chords
Cause we ain't playing jazz
Sleep til noon
In the practice room
What a colorful drag
All you need is just out of reach
But don't feel bad
I confess
I'm a mess
Can't be what I'm not
Gotta hold it all together
Like a poor man's Charlie Watts
Too little time
Too many pills
All the girls know our names
But we can't pay the bills
So where did it go
So terribly wrong
Was it when the drummer said
That he wrote his first song
Sleep til noon
In the practice room
What a colorful drag
All you need is just out of reach
But don't feel bad
I confess
I'm a mess
Can't be what I'm not
Gotta hold it all together
Like a poor man's Charlie Watts
Gotta hold it all together
Like a poor man's Charlie Watts
Gotta keep it all together
Like my main man, Charlie Watts