Fakin' It Blooze

Well, the bar seems so crazy tonight
So noisy, and the smoke is making me lazy
But don't it 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 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 carbon copies of the latest hip styles?
Do you think I could ever regret contemplatin'
Sneakin' in through the back door of this crazy scene?
I guess I better get my mind back onto singing
The jukebox in me gets so easily distracted
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
Mr. Blue Suede Shoes just walked in the door
Feeling low down and just trying to shake it
Catches a glimpse of Miss 1942
Freshly arrived from the wax museum
He's done this all before but he'll do it once more
Testing out his latest batch of brand-new lies
And she surely wants it but she mustn't ever show it
And he can't say he needs her or he'll blow it 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 got a dose of them old familiar
What a drag it is to fake it
How much longer can I take it blues