Ellas In The Band


Baby's in the kitchen on a big black trombone
I'm in the bedroom on the cursed phone
everybody laughs when the band goes too slow
meetin every tuesday in a club in Soho
I'm just dreamin of Rockafeller Plaza

Pauls on the ball with the bedroom playthin'
Wishin he could give her a damn good thrashin'
Everybody cries well good for you Paul
We never liked her very much at all
I'm just dreamin of Rockafeller Plaza

Im just waitin' on magic shoes
Got three weird chords and I just cant lose
I'm just finding my own way there
Well I lost my voice and I grew my hair

Brother Jon's long gone
He keeps his nose clean
He's suckin on a black and white TV screen
Says he got a girl a playbook memory
Pictures on the wall and a dog named Henry
Im just dreamin of Rockafeller Plaza

Ella's in the band but shes always solo
Dressed in rags and covered in dayglow
Banging on the drums like a meg white throwback
Screamin all the while at her husband poor Jack
Im just dreamin of Rockafeller Plaza

I’m just waiting on pigs to fly
Got cold dead brains and a reason why
If I just didn’t move half as slow
I’d be a dog in your one-man show

Im just waitin on magic shoes
Got three weird chords and i just cant lose
Im just findin my own way there
So i lost ma voice and i grew ma hair
Im just waitin on pigs to fly
Got cold dead brains and no reason why
If i just didnt move half as slow
Id be a dog in your one man show



presented by kekotan