I Gotta Gig/colab with Michael LeBlanc
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Lyrics
I Gotta Gig
© words and music by Michael LeBlanc / C. Stewart ( Sept. 2012 )
Hey, look up there,at the marquee lights
That's my name,but it aint spelled right
A shiny limo, seems so tacky
So I hailed me down, a crosstown taxi
I got no roadie, to carry my gear
But that's ok, I'm young in years
I play for drinks, but they cut me at four
Hope I don't have to play Freebird no more
CHORUS...
I gotta gig,i gotta gig
Look at me now, I'm gettin' big
I'm a rock star, gonna crank up my rig
I gotta gig, I gotta gig
Mom is a rockin' with my uncle Mike
Three drunks at the bar are about to fight
But I keep on jammin', that's what I do
It don't matter if I'm outta tune
BRIDGE....
It's closin' time, and I see a face
Lookin' at me throught the smokey haze
Staggeres to the stage with a horny slur
She said, baby you're makin' my kitty purr
CHORUS...
I gotta gig, I gotta gig
Look at me now, I'm gettin' big
I'm a rock star, gonna crank up my rig
I gotta gig, I gotta gig
