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One Hit Wonder

One Hit Wonder Another night, another song, another legion showcase Some friendly folk just out for fun, an acoustic disgrace. It's little cash, but lots of fun spinning discs on weekends I play a few and sit and watch the wanna be's and girlfriends In between I play some songs on the old piano It's fun to hear them sing along, and see what songs they do know I've been doing this for twenty years, to take away the boredom I used to tour, I was big time, in rock and rolls great whoredom I had a hit, but only one way back in the gloaming We never had another one, and since then I've been roaming The song we had, it hit the charts and stayed there for a while I hear it every now and then, and still it makes me smile The guys and I had formed a band, way back in high school We played a bunch of cover songs, we thought that we were so cool We wrote a few, some pretty bad but one got attention It wasn't great, the title was one I can't mention Apparently another group had sung a song just like it We had to change the words around in order to make it fit We cut the disc, it found a niche on a country station We were not a country band , but our song had hit the nation "My Pretty Little City Girl" was now out on the airwaves We'd wait and see if she survived and how the country behave Nashville grabbed it first and ran, the song went up to twenty In only two weeks on the air, the damn thing got played plenty Another week, up twelve more spots..things were going great We'd shot on up from twentieth, now we're were in eighth Two more weeks, this was such fun...the song just kept on climbing So we tried to write another one, and off we started rhyming We made it up to number three, and there we sat for two weeks We'd have a fantastic run, but there was where we would peak We tried for years to make a go and tried to write another But, we were done, we'd had our shot, we're back to singing covers So, here I sit spinning discs at Legions and at fall fairs They send us out to do our song, but, there's no one who cares We're just a band of has beens now, of wanna be's from history Even when you google us, there's nothing there...a mystery You see it happened so damn fast, we only had the one song We made the chart for two whole months, not for very damn long Of all us five, two are gone, the rest we get together We jam a bit, and play fall fairs, although we hate the weather The song you know, it's in your head, and when we get to sing it It's funny how most everyone, knows all the words and bring it We used to play to thousands when they tried to get us started But now we play to hundreds who weren't born when we all parted So here I am, just spining discs and playing songs in legions I travel all around the states, I've played in every region But, when I play that song for them, and sing on the piano "My pretty little city girl" is one I find that they know I never say I wrote it, just it's one I like to do But, every time I play it, it sounds as if it's new And after I go back and play requests left by my side Like "Penny Lane", 'The Gambler" and "Magic Carpet Ride" I play what people ask for and sometimes I give a twirl I play an old scratched version Of "My Pretty..do dah girl" I sit back and I smile as I watch them dance along Not knowing that I'm sitting here, the writer of the song I'm a one hit wonder superman, riding off into the mist Thinking of the songs I could have wrote and all the girls I kissed My past,it still surrounds me ....I can't imagine what I'd do Just think about it people....what if we reached number two? so, another night, another song, an empty legion hall My life is full of music and yes....my life has been a ball !!!

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