Patto - Singing the Blues on Reds lyrics

When you move, how your tambourine jangles
When you finish your song, you're in tangles
As you talk, everyone strains to hear you
They’re hanging all around the walls
For a clear view
On the floor, open-mouthed fascination
And you stop everyone's hip conversation
You get paid far too much, so you tell them
But they roar with delight, so you just grin

Singing the blues on reds
Sleeping in hotel beds
Singing the blues on reds
Keeping an eye on the Feds
Singing the blues on reds
Sleeping in hotel beds
Singing the blues on reds
Keeping an eye on the Feds
If they've heard it before, they go apeshit
A stoned chick burns her bra to your big hit
You shout "Joy to the world" and you wave
And you wonder if they’re hip to Brother Dave
Then you slow it right down with a blueser
A blind man sonny howling Methuselah
As the guitar roars into his solo
They spotlight the bass but it's all dough

Singing the blues on reds
Sleeping in hotel beds
Singing the blues on reds and keeping
An eye on the Feds
Singing the blues on reds and
Screwing in hotel beds
Singing the blues on reds
Keeping an eye on the Feds

Blind with sweat
Around the bend with emotion
You bring the band to a stop with a motion
As you rock to and fro, your head's shaking
You tell 'em "This one's the last"
You ain't faking
You rock harder and louder each encore
You wave peace to the crowd
Then there's no more
You sit, dripping backstage, feeling halfdead
But, you went a storm, man
You made so much bread

Singing the blues on reds
Sleeping in hotel beds
Singing the blues on reds
Keeping an eye on the Feds
Singing the blues on reds
Sleeping in hotel beds
Singing the blues on reds, keeping
An eye on the Feds, they'll get you

Hand me my golden overcoat
Give me my key to the city
Signal my trained rhinoceros for
A quick getaway
Excuse me, would you hand me all that money?
Stick with me, holy roadie
I’m gonna show you the world