Oh see my splendid artifact, I'll remove it from its case,
the tone is so sweet from its tobacco sunburnt face,
but do not assume that I know what it's for,
'cause how good is your music when your instruments worth more?
It's not the only instrument that I brought along,
I have a half-string banjo and cursed Tibeten gong,
I don't know how to play them but they look good on the stage,
the most important things that you remember my name
Can you hear the affect I'm a struggling to voice?
it's a faux mid- Atlantic, a popular choice,
I think you may have heard it played on the radio,
but you gotta find self-direction somewhere don't you know
And I don't lack emotion you can read it on my brow,
it's such a burden to bear this beauty for you now,
oh I'm so earnest, I'm so heartfelt about myself,
if you can't relate you must be someone else...
I'm so glad you're here to gaze upon my face,
did I tell you how much I love the way I sound in this place?
oh who said that you must only please yourself at home?,
welcome everyone to my show
Did you think you'd hear music, oh I'm sorry to disappoint,
I'm just advertising Tuesday, when I play another joint,
and there I'll advertise for the Thursday after that,
but please don't forget to put some money in my hat...
Oh in a bit of irony, the writer of this song,
he took his inspiration from others years along,
I think you'll know their names as Robert or Jack Frost,
but all that's new is old when creativity is lost...
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