A Three City Tour

[robnz]

Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,
A tale of a fateful gig,
That started on a Thursday night,
The singer was a pig.

The bass had a barely swingin' sound,
The drummer loud and poor,
The band was getting set to play,
A three city tour.

The playing started getting rough,
The singer-pig was lost,
If not for the ego of the saxophone,
The melody would be lost.

The tune wound down to a grinding halt,
The barman yelled,"Last Call!",
It fell apart,
The singer cried,
The saxophone took a bow,
The bass guitar, packed and left,
Big drum solo now!

[robnz]

If I could take credit for this masterpiece I would gladly stand and be judged, but alas...
It was the work of a team of dedicated volunteers who painstakingly researched this subject and, indeed, lived its grimacing truth.