Diana Ross - Billie & Harry/Don't Explain lyrics

Who is it?

It's Harry

Come on

Gonna be a rehearsal downstairs
In ten minutes

Oh, boy

We got a full day off next week
I'll be dead by next week
I'm taking the night off

You take tonight off and, sure as hell
That'll be the night that Mr network Radio
Scout is sitting out front and
All the things i mean
Everything that we've been doing goes
Right down the drain, because, let's
Face it, Billie, you
You are the cream in our coffee

You got that the wrong way around, don't you?
Give me a shot of that bourbon in my bag
Will you?

Well, how about a real

A real what?

Shot and you'll be flying

Look, Harry, like I've been telling you
What you do is your business i may be tired
But I ain't dumb