Well, the bar seems so crazy tonight
So noisy and my smoke is making me lazy
But don't I feel so grand
To know that I'm the man
Driving everybody to drink
My heart goes ping
To hear that cash register sing
Ringing out the boss' favorite sounds
And it makes me think that I'm in the wrong business
Making music used to be so much fun
And I wish this stage I'm on would soon leave town
I guess I just a got a case of them old familiar
What a drag it is to fake it
How much longer can I take it blues
How can I ever forget entertaining?
Identical copies of the latest hip styles
Do you think I could ever regret complicating
Sneaking in through the back with this crazy scene
I guess I better get my mind back onto singing
The jukebox in need is so easily, exactly
And it makes me think that I'm in the wrong business
Making music used to be so much fun
And I wish this stage I'm on would soon be town
I guess I just a got a case of them old familiar
What a drag it is to fake it
How much longer can I take it blues
Mr. Blue Suede Shoes just walked in the door
Feeling low down and is just trying to shake it
Catches a glimpse of Miss 1942
Freshly arrived from the wax museum
It's done this all before but I'll do it once more
Testing out his latest batch of brand-new lies
And he surely wants it but he mustn't ever show it
And he can't say he needs her or it blows again
And I wonder what is bugging Mr. Shoes right now
Could it he's got a case of them old familiar
What a drag it is to fake it
How much longer can I take it blues
And I wish this stage I'm on would soon leave town
I know I a dose of them old familiar
What a drag it is to fake it
How much longer can I take it blues