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Recently, I wrote a note to Jiguma (Neil):"At work recently a woman retired. She was a very hard worker who would do anything for you. She was also so anal she couldn't let anything go and she would have to tell us everything we did wrong (nicely, of course). She was well-respected and well liked and her retirement dinner was one of the biggest parties of the year. I wrote a song for the retirement party which we played with full sound system; quite a bit of fun. Here's an mp3 to show you how it goes." I was interested in maybe some bass and drums which Neil does so well. As an aside, I asked him if maybe rtcooper would be interested in playing an electric guitar track. He said it doesn't hurt to ask. So, I was very fortunate to have both these awesome players join me and it turned up the boogie factor exponentially. Neil had so much fun he added a crowd to the mix so it sounded like a party. I only wish I had these two fellas with me at the retirement party.
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Lyrics
I was wrapping up a tray
In the Clean Workroom
I was all thumbs
as 3 o’clock loomed
Gas incheck
and tape that said Steam
Looked like I was gonna need
A glass of Jim Beam
Sweet hands took that tray
As I was making no gain
While a voice like a needle
Bored into my brain
Now Joe, I’m not saying this to be mean
But you got a gas incheck when it oughta be steam
No offense to you
But you’re kind of a slob
If you’re gonna wrap a tray
Why don’t you do a good job?
That’s the problem with some people ‘round here
I talk and talk and talk
And no one seems to care
It's like that
Humbled as I was
I put no one above
That naggin tech hammered me
Till I fell in love
I bought her flowers,
Then I planted a kiss
She said “Joe I’d rather you
Do it like ths:
Sweet hands took my hands
Put them around her waist
I got an hour-long session
In how not to make haste
Your nose should drift to left
Whlie mine drifts to the right
First, go brush your teeth
They ain’t lookin’ too white
Cheap flowers nice
Next time buy me a rose
If your gonna hang with me
I’ll keep you on your toes
No offense to you
But you’re kind of a slob
If you wanna be my lover
You better do a good job
More like that
Sitting here broken
You can’t know how it feels
Fallin far too short
of Maggie’s ideals
Makes me feel useless
With a condescending hug
Saying nobody’s perfect
Therin lies the rub
She titters and giggles
With the girls down the hall
I hear her say “Joe tries hard”
And I just feel small
I know she aint saying it Just to be mean
But I hate when she’s right
If you know what I mean
Listen to me fellas
don’t say you ain’t heard
You can talk and talk and talk
You won’t get the last word
You may think you’re something,
All she can stand
But you leave the work room
A brand new broken man
Save me Naggie Maggie
I’ve been being good
Way too long
Stop me Naggy Maggie
I must be doing
Something wrong
something wrong
Like that
Or like that
In the Clean Workroom
I was all thumbs
as 3 o’clock loomed
Gas incheck
and tape that said Steam
Looked like I was gonna need
A glass of Jim Beam
Sweet hands took that tray
As I was making no gain
While a voice like a needle
Bored into my brain
Now Joe, I’m not saying this to be mean
But you got a gas incheck when it oughta be steam
No offense to you
But you’re kind of a slob
If you’re gonna wrap a tray
Why don’t you do a good job?
That’s the problem with some people ‘round here
I talk and talk and talk
And no one seems to care
It's like that
Humbled as I was
I put no one above
That naggin tech hammered me
Till I fell in love
I bought her flowers,
Then I planted a kiss
She said “Joe I’d rather you
Do it like ths:
Sweet hands took my hands
Put them around her waist
I got an hour-long session
In how not to make haste
Your nose should drift to left
Whlie mine drifts to the right
First, go brush your teeth
They ain’t lookin’ too white
Cheap flowers nice
Next time buy me a rose
If your gonna hang with me
I’ll keep you on your toes
No offense to you
But you’re kind of a slob
If you wanna be my lover
You better do a good job
More like that
Sitting here broken
You can’t know how it feels
Fallin far too short
of Maggie’s ideals
Makes me feel useless
With a condescending hug
Saying nobody’s perfect
Therin lies the rub
She titters and giggles
With the girls down the hall
I hear her say “Joe tries hard”
And I just feel small
I know she aint saying it Just to be mean
But I hate when she’s right
If you know what I mean
Listen to me fellas
don’t say you ain’t heard
You can talk and talk and talk
You won’t get the last word
You may think you’re something,
All she can stand
But you leave the work room
A brand new broken man
Save me Naggie Maggie
I’ve been being good
Way too long
Stop me Naggy Maggie
I must be doing
Something wrong
something wrong
Like that
Or like that
Feter
WOW ..this is a blast ..what a cool tight band Joe !!
great great rockin blues colab !!! Deep Bow everybody !!