Just a Few Words

Yesterday, turned out, To be, a magical day... I got a great new drummer, Totally excellent, I must say, And he took the band, To his amazing studio... With every bit of exotic equipment... A musician could know... He mixed in like magic... Making the band's chances of reaching success to greatly grow... And, though my physical pain was much greater than usual, We went to a diner in Queens, for a menu perusal, I treated my mates, To a hearty dinner meal, Glad for once I could treat, It seemed no big deal... From there on we went... To the Howard Beach Yacht Club, To play a musical gig, The kind of job we do love... Hosted by Queens Hell's Angels, A fund raiser for poor kids, For the "toys for tots bike run", Sounds unreal, yet it was not, It was just what it claimed, That it really was, and every year It still is... We played for free, though we got food or drinks, Without charge... And helped them earn money, In their own hometown biker's lodge... Well we were suplimented by by other good musicians we knew... We played an awesome set, We knew what, and how, to do... As for me, when I received, What I perceived as a musician's slight.. Asked not to play... every song that was planned, For that big night,, It seemed to me.... To be not being treated quite right... So, yet, when we played, We were sharper than a knife... And were heros for the night... Every song quite tight, However, this somewhat offensive remark, That was made to me, Turned my playing skills Up quite a mite.... And when we reached... A great level of musical Excellence,at that point, And when it was at it's height... We were rocking that joint, We played way out-of-sight..... But regarding my minor ego wound, I somehow made my point, So by a long night's end, I had easily won that Stupid and needless musical fight... Picture "biker chicks" dancing Exotically in front of the band, Seemingly in ecstasy... Which gave us a hand... You see, such a thing... Will make us play all the better... And thunderous applause, It seemed dotted the "i's" In that letter.... We "Smoked 'Em" real good, They loved every song.... Seemed they wanted us, To play all night long... Great satisfaction, and fun, I really did have... For at least my tired soul, It was a heavenly sent salve.