Getting The Band Back Together

Davo’s polishing an antique Strat
That no musician could afford
He’s got himself a twin and a pork pie hat
He’s got himself a new jazz chord
He rang up Matty but Matty’s not sure
If his wife’s gonna let him off the leash
He says, «Matty, I’m getting the band back together
I need ya, brother, capiche?»
All across town, the word’s out
It’s all everybody’s talkin' about
And they are…
Getting the band back together
Getting the band back together
The Mad Dog’s rustled up a Tama kit
In a nitro sparkle shade o' red
He’s booking 'em out, set 'em up for a hit
In a corner of the backyard shed
The boot shop’s kitted out bassman Viv
With a bad pair of snakeskin shoes
His girlfriend’s given him an apricot rinse
All the better for playing the blues
All that fire and all that belly
The bottom end’s tighter than Byron and Shelley
And they are…
Getting the band back together
Getting the band back together, yeah they’re
Getting the band back together, you know they’re
Getting the band back together
Life is good with the kids all gone
But it’s all been too quiet, too long
And they are…
Getting the band back together
Getting the band back together
Somewhere out in the great beyond
Biggie is singing forever
Even now that the weekend’s coming
Getting the band back together
Getting the band back together, getting the band
Getting the band back together, I wanna tell ya they’re
Getting the band back together, yes they are
Getting the band back together, hey (get it back together)
Getting the band back together, hey, hey, hey, hey
Getting the band back together, oh, yeah
Getting the band back together
Getting the band back together
Getting the band back together, together, baby
Getting the band back together
Getting the band back together, I said they’re
Getting the band back together