Karaoke Cowboys

Karaoke Cowboys
College: nights you’ll never remember with friends you’ll never forget.

The boys I run with are a pack
Of mangy critters, to say the least.
Sometimes it’s hard to distinguish
If I’m dealin’ with man or beast.

There is, however, one event for which
We all scrub up and go to town--
Every Thursday night we hit Joker’s Bar
Cause karaoke night comes around.

We hit that place like a hurricane
Tearin’ through Budweiser and George Jones
But when the Crown and Coke comes out
Johnny Cash meets the Rollin Stones.

Even the quietest of the posse antes up
And belts out a tune or two,
Surprisin’ us all to hell and back
With a liquored up I Will Always Love You.

Sweet Home Alabama and Addicted to Love
Are staples of our vocal attack,
And then one real out-going pard of ours
Lashes out with Back in Black.

Now, ‘ol Marc is real passable
On stuff like A Boy Named Sue,
It’s when he shimmies through Ricky Martin
We’ve gotta tell the bartender, “He’s through!”

James just sits there quiet,
Runnin’ the machine.
He might kick in on a chorus or two
Or crack a joke in between.

We all get our dance on,
Of that I’m bad I’ll admit,
Shinin’ a new buckle most every song
But I ain’t complainin’ a bit!

‘Ol Cody’s a fancy two-stepper,
We go whirlin’ across the floor
But by the end of the night his timing is off
And we go draggin’ him out the door.

We don’t really care if you can’t sing,
We aren’t claiming to be stars.
Why do you think the best karaoke
Happens in small-town bars?

We all like to have a good time,
Maybe meet somebody new,
Have us a couple of drinks
And sing a song or two.

So its $3 pitchers
And shots all around
Every Thursday night at Joker’s
When the karaoke cowboys come to town.