I been sittin here a million years, or so it seems to me.
I been list'nin' to my music, starin' at the CRT.
But I had to see that I was trapped before I could get free,
So I grab my Cons, put on some threads and leave ASAP.

Play me a song.
Sing it out strong.
I been laid up in my comfy cell too long.
Play me a song.
You can't go wrong,
And if you want a little help, I'll play along.

Oh, a smoky bar is not the brightest place for me to be.
Since I use my lungs to play the flute, smoke's twice as bad, for me.
But there's something here I can't deny, and that's reality.
So I'll breathe it in and wait right here for you to play for me.

Play me a song.
Sing it out strong.
I been laid up in my comfy cell too long.
Play me a song.
You can't go wrong,
And if you want a little help, I'll play along.

Well, some people choose their music by the radio's decree,
When there's local music all around of greater quality.
They've got music at an open-stage of wide variety,
And there's something live that can't survive the transfer to CD.

Play be a song.
Sing it out strong.
I've been laid up in my comfy cell too long.
Play me a song.
You can't go wrong.
And if you want a little help I'll play
A flute or play a uke
So well you'll think that it's a fluke!
I'll play along.

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